Come the dawn, it was time to survey the local inns.  He started at the ones near the gates, the busiest ones with the most variety of traffic.  He went round back of each one, where the day staff congregated around dawn, starting preparations for the guest's breakfasts.  He asked each of them who was sleeping there, if anyone matched the descriptions he could give.  He went through the five closest to the southwest gate into the Lower City, then beat feet to the full-south gate.  He wanted to check as many as he could before all the guests got moving and he missed his opportunity to find them at rest.<br/><br/>Third one in from the south gate, he found a nibble.  A gold piece (worth nearly a month's wages to the kitchen help) got him access to the inn before it opened its doors to the public again, and silently he stole up to a closed door.  He knew this inn; these cheap rooms were more like closets with straw mats, and not thick ones at that.  He listened carefully at the door, hearing... Good Gods, he could hear breathing, maybe even a heartbeat through the closed door.  Remarkable.  Someone was in there; and they seemed awake.  He knocked gently, using the name attached to the description the staff confirmed.<br/><br/>"Mister Jackson?  Good priest Jackson?  My name is Salazaar.  I believe I may be able to answer some questions you might have at this point."