Harrowheart laughs like he's in on a secret joke. "If I get to stay a night here in the future I got a plan for how to spend it... But breathers sleep, and I don't have to. Someday I'll be around when none of them are awake, and you and I, we'll meet each other then."

He nods respectfully at Mislav as way of a goodbye, but as he goes to return to the party he can't help glancing back.

An undead Durant...