After A moment or 2 Resting Comforatably. Mowler Finaly Finds the wear-with-all to stand. Sluggishly Gathering Up the Punching dagger and sticking it in his belt, as well as thumbing threw a belt pouch or 2 to reveal and take some gold and throwing daggers. He then Slings the Leather armor over his shoulder, befor Climbing Down the Ladder to the street below. he lets his Cloak hang over his entire body to somwhat conceal the his budging belly. "luck Favors the Cunning" he mutters to himself in draconic as he makes his way back to the chedder cellar for a good drink to wash down his meal.