The first stop that Alistair made was the bar, buying himself a drink hat wouldn't knock him out but would take a bit of the edge off things. It was only reasonable to celebrate the success he had had, and while he didn't immediately push himself into the limelight in some silly attempt to garner a reputation or gain the attention of the crowd, he would nonetheless be willing to answer if people asked what had happened to him. He had nothing to be ashamed of<br/><br/>With it in hand, he made the rounds in a way, listening to the rumors and the tales that circulated amidst the more vocal stories. It was interesting, and as a more inexperienced Hunter he couldn't imagine what it meant beyond bad things. Certainly the others around seemed to see it as such, and he had no reason to not defer to their judgment.<br/><br/>Still, it didn't seem like an immediately worrisome problem to him, given that he was no longer in the field. He had done what he had wanted to do without interference, and there had not been any dark forces intervening in his Hunt. SO he assumed anyway.<br/><br/>It didn't seem something worth pursuing now, so he took the information that he had gathered and let it go as he settled in to relax. Someone more experienced and important than he could handle that problem. For now he would focus on the hard business of recovery and waiting.