Meditation takes many forms. Sometimes one tries to actively empty their mind through the repetition of sacred words and phrases. Sometimes it involves strenuous exercise which focuses one's actions on physical activity allowing other cares to pass away.

Doraad is currently staring at a Conqueror gameboard in the center of the dorm lobby, brow vexed in frustration, trying to figure out this damned stupid puzzle.

Conqueror, being a strategic challenge meant to refine the skills of warlords through competition wasn't really meant to be played by oneself. But the community that had grown up around Karrn's creation had found a clever way around that. If you set up the board as if there was another player and limited yourself to conditions where you were guaranteed to win if you found the correct solution, this effectively created an (admittedly limited) single player version.

Doraad was determined to finish this one, especially as he wasn't likely to be getting a copy of the Korranberg Chronicle any time soon (not that they were all that regular at the army outpost either) and therefore would not have the luxury of being able to work on another. 

For the moment though, the solution evaded the hobgoblin. So he sat and thought.

Hano clambers up the stairs and stops in the lounge. "Uh... lessee... the pamphlet said... five-zero-eight!"
She pushes open the door to room 508 and finds no-one inside. Hano gratefully dumps her backpack on the left bed and steps back out into the hallway, where she stretches out on one of the couches and contents herself with observing the lounge from this position until someone approaches her.

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Anyone who is actually in the lounge sees a little, bowtied halfling (one Doraad has met before) enter and stare at the drinks cabinet for a few moments. "Oh dear," he says, "I don't suppose I can bother any of you to go into town and procure me a bottle of Barley Brothers Select Cream Soda? They don't seem to offer it here." He fishes out some monetary script. "I understand the going rate for couriering is fifty gold? Oh, of course. The drink itself must be, what? Twenty... twenty-five gold? Oh, and I'll be glad to buy some for everyone." He offers up two one-hundred gold notes.

Doraad sighed, primarily because he was no further to solving the puzzle than he had been 15 minutes ago, but also because that halfling kid was back to recruiting people to do his bidding. He still felt that this was a really bad idea, but if nothing else it was as good a chance as the hobgoblin would get to scout out Sigil before classes turned practical observation into an unpredictable mess. The fact that it would involve at least a few other people would help with that since each of them could point out locales that some of the others would miss.

While cleaning up the gameboard, Doraad called out:

"Yeah, count me in."

While Lorenzo may be in the doorway of his shared room, he shouts out.
"Eh, maybe.  Kinda was planning to see who all was on the floor, maybe see town.  But you sure you don't wanna head out with the group?  Could be a bit of fun along the way, considering how much weird stuff happens in life when you look around."

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