Driscoll himself stood outside of the temple. Sure, they offered a good enough service what with healing wounds and the like, but given that he hadn't suffered anything actually notable the entire time, he felt it was better to not bother the worshippers and others more likely than not there--he himself didn't care too much about worshipping any divine entities. After all, what had these gods done for him? ...Not really anything, when one thinks about it. Not that he felt it worth it to prove anything of the like to the worshippers; leave them be, and things should leave him be. Simple as that...
However, off the tangent, he was obviously there for a reason he was here; three of the six that had gone with him into Parrot Island were injured--Orson himself was sturdy enough that the wounds really didn't seem to faze him so much--he still managed to, in part, do some of the rowing back. There was still the issue of the other two. It was a real pain to extract Sel and Gillet from the tunnels, and it felt like forever to get them there. Needless to say, that issue was over--and only one thing did come to mind.
...Someone's obviously going to have to pay for all of this. It's clearly not coming out of my money.
If he had anything to do with it, the payment for the healing would either come from the employer or the recipients. Not himself. He had nothing to do with any of them getting hurt, after all. But then again, what can one do? Jumping heroically in the way is tantamount to suicide against brainless animated corpses that existed only to masticate unlucky or unwitting victims to death.
Of course, then there was Tristan. Who looked like he either needs help aiming spells, or shouldn't bother with directly attacking; not like he seems to mind the latter. If anything, uncivilized would be an unfitting term to describe Driscoll's specialization, at least to Driscoll himself. Even if others seemed to balk at the fact that almost all of what he seems to have is that of the harnessing and directed projection of varied energies, it had worked, and is ultimately no less of a science; is magic declared "civilized" simply based upon its applications? There is no logical basis to this; magic is the utilization of arcane energies; the only difference in the case is in what purposes the energies are used for; is the scythe used to thresh grain less civilized than the scythe taken up in arms against an enemy? It is still the same tool, just put to a different use, and so it is with magic.
And then, of course, there was the issue with Penkus' note. The main question is not that of vengeance for Penkus, but instead what Vanthus intends to do. Driscoll himself was still on the job to deal with Lavinia's brother and return the money he looted to her. Not to be mistaken; it was personal. After all, if he were not to do the job, he wouldn't get paid. Were he not to get paid, he couldn't eat, drink, sleep in a room, or do other such things. That motive is indeed personal enough for him. Forget revenge in someone else's name. That sounds like one of those odd dramatic things that Tristan would be into, given what he had seen of the rather...pretentious spellcaster. Regardless, a job was a job, and this was simply a convenient coincidence. No real problem here
'Sel is finally awake, the others should be fine. How are you holding up?'
Driscoll had not initially noticed Safiyeh leaving the temple. Of course, this was changed the moment she had talked to him. Regardless, she was smarter than she tried to pass herself off as; the quick way out was worth it, and probably should've been done sooner. Had it been, he wouldn't have had to fight those zombies, though at the same time, fighting all of those allowed the group that note that reveals his latest location...
The elf paused for a second, before responding, "That's good to hear, even if Orson looked like he would've made it anyway. As for myself, I'm mostly just fatigued, for lack of a better word. Expending most of your reserves to kill off a few waves of zombies would ultimately do that. I guess that would indeed be better than Sel, Orson, or Gillet turned out, however."
Speaking of reserves, the gray elf had noted that he was indeed out of a select material component. He'd have to shop around sometime later to see whether or not he could find some jade for one of his most oft-used spells.
...he really did need some rest.