Silent as night, the Owlin appears behind the Drow. Entirely out of nowhere. “I was beginning to think you’d not be paying me a visit.”He hoots. Adjusting his spectacles. “I would have helped you with the Dwarf, but you seemed to have everything under control. Besides, I needed to sort some books.” He then teleports over to his previous spot: a table littered with books, scrolls and writing tools.