[After the room has been made safe and the group is settling in for the night]
Sitting at the desk with the glow of a small candle, Bamil has an iron framed book open as he turns pages with care. With careful deliberation Bamil scribes new arcane evocations into his holy text. The tapping of quill on ceramic pot is frequent as the scratches of goose quill slowly fade each time to begin anew.
After several hours Bamil closes the book reverantly and whispers quiet prayers while holding his silver scarab beetle amulet in his hands. A fresh layer of dirty ash has been applied to his face with the spiral of the Lady of Graves drawn on his forehead, yet he seems at peace for once.
A fading azure glow can be seen coming from the holy text when Bamil snuffs out the candle and packs his gear away.
As Bamil rolls out his bedroll in the corner near the wall opposite the door, he thinks to himself about his mission now that Gaedren Lamm has been dealt with. Is this group suitable to assist me in completing this vital task? Time will tell.
Bamil places a small piece of the fortune tellers Cheliaxian bread on his bedroll for his friend to enjoy tonight and lays his head down to sleep.
[Crawling along the edges of the room is a small plump brown water rat that makes it way to Bamil's bedroll and nestles in for the night]
Muttering to the rat, "Well, what have you been up to my friend? Any news of the streets?"
[The rat doesn't answer and chews the bread quickly]