Ragnarr and Steinbjorn in a Bar in Sigil

We are in the inn where the majority of the PCs are staying. Ragnarr sits at the bar, drinking shit alcohol with the occasional sip from the Chaos Liqueur. If he were not a dwarf, he might be considered extremely drunk. Instead, he is in a state considered awake and somewhat tipsy.

Down the stares comes Steinbjorn. He has been drinking one glass of wine an hour for thirteen hours. He, too, is a bit tipsy as he approaches the bar.

Steinbjorn: Something to drink, please. Something without alcohol.

Ragnarr (Scoffing): You'll be their elf, then.

Steinbjorn: Whose?

Ragnarr: The lads. Arcadius and his lot.

Steinbjorn: Yes, I suppose so.

Ragnarr: Wizard, too, I'll bet. Bloody elves.

Steinbjorn: Yes, actually. I'm sorry, should I know you?

Ragnarr: Don't know why you would.

Steinbjorn: You wouldn't be the cranky dwarf bastard they used to travel with, would you?

Ragnarr: Cranky? Bastards.

Steinbjorn: So that's you, then.

Ragnarr: Aye. I suppose so.

Steinbjorn: You've aged. Been in the planes, long?

Ragnarr: Long enough, from the looks of it.

Steinbjorn: Huh.

(Awkward silence ensues as the two of them drink their beverages.)

Steinbjorn: So what is it you do here, anyway?

Ragnarr: I'm a babysitter.

Steinbjorn: A babysitter? That must be one hell of a baby.

Ragnarr: Aye. The kind of baby that could wipe out the world, if it wanted to.

(What follows is an in depth discussion of Leaf's destructive capacities, complete lack of moral compass, and the scheme to teach her a sense of ethics.)

Steinbjorn: My. Pelor has given you quite the importance task.

Ragnarr: Pfft. Pelor. (Takes a long drink.) Fuck Pelor.

Steinbjorn: Begging your pardon, but isn't that his symbol on your shield?

Ragnarr: I suppose so. And maybe if I was somewhere that weren't so in the arse end of the planes, maybe it would mean a damn.

Steinbjorn: You've lost touch with him?

Ragnarr: Someone's lost touch. Bastard doesn't answer prayers out here.

Steinbjorn: You sound bitter.

Ragnarr: Hmph. Wonder why.

Steinbjorn: I'm not lying, though. It is a noble quest you have. To try and teach a person with enormous powers the proper use of her powers, to teach her restraint in the face of near omnipotence, that's an incredible thing.

Ragnarr: It sounds good, sure. But twenty bloody years without the sun? I'd be happy with a little less nobility and a wee bit more sun, you know?

Steinbjorn: Your god doesn't choose those that walk in the shadows.

Ragnarr: No. And he doesn't give me a damn clue how to go about it, neither.

Steinbjorn: Tell me, have you ever heard the saying "The gods work in mysterious ways"?

Ragnarr: I know they do, lad. I've spent my life trying to figure the bastards out.

Steinbjorn: What do you know of Angr-Boda.

Ragnarr: Damned impossible to find. Vaguely respectable in certain parts of the world. Other than that, not much.

Steinbjorn: I've spent my life serving her. She teaches that we ought to find balance, that the powerful need to use their power only when needed. And, more importantly, she teaches her followers how to walk in the shadows, how to exist far from her, to do her bidding in dark places, far from her.

Ragnarr: You've come to the right damn place for that.

Steinbjorn: And, more importantly, she teaches us how to control the powers of others. That's what I do.

Ragnarr: (long pause) Lad, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?

Steinbjorn: You're tired. You're worn down. I've only just met you and I can see that. I'm not saying that I can do a better job that you, but I'm saying that I'd be willing to try.

Ragnarr: And your wife?

Steinbjorn: That's up to her, isn't it? I don't know where her duties will take me. But if I can teach this girl, help her to understand what's at stake.

Ragnarr: But it's not that easy, is it? I mean, I can't exactly trust some damn stranger with the life of the girl, now can I?

Steinbjorn: Of course. I understand.

Ragnarr: I didn't mean it like that. It's not that I think you're a bad man, just that I have to know, aye?

Steinbjorn: Of course. You'll need time to think about it.

Ragnarr: Aye. Time. Seems like if twenty years here can be a few months back home, we've got plenty, aye?

Steinjorn: More or less.

Ragnarr: I'll think about it.

Steinbjorn: Good.

Ragnarr: Aye. I suppose I should be off to have supper with the girl.

Steinbjorn: May I come? I'd love to meet her.

Ragnarr: Oh, the hell. I suppose it can't hurt.

The pair leave to have dinner. A dinner during which Steinbjorn will exhibit patience, kindness, and fascination when dealing with Leaf, completely devoid of fear. It will, along with speaking to the rest of the party, eventually convince Ragnarr that, if at least someone he trusted were left here as well, it might be alright.