Fyodor noticed Ulgad down the rest of his drink and, taking that as a sign that they would be moving on soon, quickly finished his own wine just in time to place his glass down at the same time as Ulgad.
"But enough of that!" Ulgad said then. "We should get going."
"I suppose we should." Fyodor said as Ulgad glanced towards the door to the wine cellar.
"If we delay too long, the expedition will leave without us.""Hopefully those two have passed on..." Ulgad said before pausing for a moment, looking thoughtful about something. "You know..." The gnoll spoke again, his voice quiet so as not to attract the attention of either Jarret or Wynvere. "The woman the Mercykiller was with. The one with the cat? Think I've seen her about before, though I can't exactly place where." The gnoll paused for a moment longer before shrugging. "It'll come back to me. Or not. Doesn't really matter much either way."
"Nothing ever does." Fyodor replied to that final statement.
"Hope she knows what she's doing hanging around with a guy like that." Ulgad added after a short chuckle. "They didn't exactly seem to be friends."
Fyodor opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly when a pat on the back from Ulgad startled the words from his mind.
"Alright!" The gnoll raised his voice then to get the attention of the other Bleakers. "Let's head out."
Fyodor rose from his seat, pausing a moment to allow Wynvere to quickly dart past him before moving to follow.
"We could have had one more drink," The sound of Jarret's words reached Fyodor's ears, making him pause and turn back to the Halfling.
"The time for drinking has passed." Fyodor said to Jarret before gesturing for him to follow the rest of the group.
"Now is the time to face the bleakness of existence and do what little we can."