drago was only asleep for half an hour, as a mercenary he always has to be carefull and sleep only for short periods, it has saved his life on more occasions than he can recall.

As he got up he started looking through his pockets, checking for his magical items he liked to collect, because he was a a smart mercenary drago occasionaly accepted payments not only in the current currencies but also magical jewels and items, like his ring that when twisted in a certain way would make a large keening sound to awaken him, or his spill that made an infinite amount of string. After searching around in his clothes he found out why he nearley forgot about them, they were almost all gone. he did not take this well.

"BLOODY HELL!" could be heard for miles. after continous searching he came up with a few meager items: His previously mentioned ring, a stone that is always warm to the touch, another ring that makes a mans scent completely disapper, and a glove that sticks to most surrfaces,the rest were all gone. supremely ticked at this drago walks into the common room, noticing all his companions are gone he heads up to the counter, orders the strongest wine thet have, and starts to drown his anger.