“Well, I do suppose that would be a nice boon, wouldn’t it? But honestly, love, you look like a nice breeze would knock you over, and I’m actually feelin’ a wee bit sorry for you. You look pathetic. Also, I may or may not have brought some annoyin’ trouble on your bony ass, so this is my way of apologisin’ for whatever that’s worth. Now, don’t you go anywhere. I’ll be back in a jiffy, savvy?” Wyl patted the other’s shoulder – well, he thought it was a shoulder underneath those rags – and then slithered out of the shelter as quickly as he had entered it.<br/><br/>Using the shadows to his advantage, he made his way through town and towards the inn. Standing outside it he hesitated for a moment. It would be so very easy to simply disappear and leave that bag-of-bones to take the fall when Crast came hankering back. That was what he should be doing, it was the logical thing.<br/><br/>Something was urging him to go back. Wyl hadn’t inherited much from his dark elf heritage except the trouble, but sometimes something managed to come through. Right now claxons were going off inside his head like the loudest of the cathedral bells in the Holy City of Tor-Simble on festival day. Or perhaps it was just a bored god who wanted some entertainment.<br/><br/>“Well, I do owe him somethin’ at least.” He muttered and entered the inn. A quick look around showed that Crast wasn’t there and neither were any of his goons. Wyl walked amongst the tables, carefully stepping around the old, soaked piles of straw on the floor, and stopped up next to a serving wench who looked fed up with everything around her.<br/><br/>“What?” she demanded, looking ready to hit Wyl over the head with her loaded tray if he tried anything untoward. Or said the wrong thing. Or just breathed too long in her presence.<br/><br/>“A large heapin’ of lamb, sauce, greens, all those yummy things, darlin’.”<br/><br/>“It’ll take some time to arrive. Gotta heat stuff up first and the place is packed tonight.” She grunted.<br/><br/>“No problem. I’ve gotta deal with my horse. The stable’s out back, no?”<br/><br/>She grunted again, and did an odd sort of nodding motion to… somewhere. Wyl didn’t bother staying to figure out and instead walked back outside to his figurative horse. Moving through the shadows to the back of the inn, he avoided several drunks – and there was something going on in one corner that he definitely didn’t want to know more about, the noises were more than enough to give a hint. Wyl carefully passed that corner and then looked around. The back yard of the inn was tiny and dirty, and the stable looked ready to fall over. The door to the kitchens was open, and there was a large window as well, thrown open too. Several plates of food were resting on a table right underneath the window, waiting for their turn to be carried off or warmed up.<br/><br/>Choosing the perfect spot where he could see and hear what was going on in the kitchen, Wyl waited until there was just enough chaos inside – a poor serving boy, looking utterly exhausted and barely ten years old, broke some crockery – before he scampered over to the large window. One swift movement was all it took for him to pick up two of the trays there, loaded with lovely food and with two tankards full to the brim of sweet mead. Then he scampered off as fast as his legs could carry him.<br/><br/>It was a bit of a balancing act to reach the old stable with two loaded trays supported on his shoulders, and there was some spillage along the way, but he managed to get there mostly intact. Crouching down outside the heap of blanks and boards, he put the two trays gently on the ground at a certain distance from the opening and then leaned down.<br/><br/>“Hey, love, you might wanna come out for this meal. If any of that powder gets into the food or drink, I ain’t haulin’ your ass to safety. That powder will have you seein’ whatever god you believe in dancin’ with whatever other gods you don’t believe in. Now, come on out before the food goes cold. I didn’t get water, but there’s some mead, and there’s a runnin’ stream not too far from here, all fresh and cold. Might be good to get a small dip there, too.”<br/><br/>That last part he muttered. He was getting more and more convinced that he hadn’t needed to use the powder to chase off the dogs. The smell from the guy inside the heap would’ve been more than enough. Phew!