The night had been kind to Nathaniel; he was able to fill his belly and rest the entire night. He soon returned to the entrance of town, his mask over his face and his cloak held tight to his body as a chilly wind blew. Seeing the bird man from yesterday, he gave a half nod, then leaned against a pole marking the entrance. As much as he needed the money, he was still an impatient man. Waiting was not his strong suit. Turning to the Halfling, he muttered, "How long must we wait until the stragglers get here?"