Feagon, while tending to be a bit somber and dry, joins the others and relaxes in their company, but not to the extant the others do. As Suga and Tarak proceed to drink to epic proportion, the elf drinks rather sparingly, reflecting on where his travels have taken him. Not the path he anticipated, by any means.
Once the others are out, he sits back in his chair and reflects on things for the rest of the night, looking a bit haggard in the morning.
Once his companions are up, he straightens and stretches for a bit. "Well, let us take a day here gathering supplies and reinvigorating ourselves before we leave. Both of you seem a bit worse for wear at the moment." he says as he looks at the empty mugs still littering the table.