"Technically I was more bodiless than headless," Vengarl corrects, clinking his own glass against Naveen's. It's odd to have a drinking companion, particularly such a lively one, after so many years of silence.

"Twas not so bad, really. I liked the quiet of the woods." Silence is something that's going to be in short supply in this place, considering his present company. Not that it bothers Vengarl much - the one thing he had missed in his solitude was the joys of conversation. "You are not bad company, Highness, but I would sooner go back to the peace than become some mindless beast again. Creatures like that are made only to cause suffering, and that is a life I gave up long ago." He takes another sip of water, finishing off his glass again and motioning for the bartender to refill it.

"Then again, perhaps I am putting more weight into this than need be. It could just be a local superstition, after all."

He sort of doubts it, though.