With the crisp evening breeze running through his fur, Ureck took a moment to breathe the fresh air and take a quick glance at the stars. It was a local belief that all peoples’ paths ended in the celestial field, when time, suffering or some other agent of death had brought their journeys to an end. Freed from their mortal bodies, the liberated spirits would drift skywards to join those that had come before them. Then, what good was in their hearts, no matter how little, would shine forth as stars to give light to the shadowed world beneath.<br/><br/>It was just a belief, yet for everyone's sake he hoped it was true...<br/><br/>Having scanned the alleyway, he trotted around the back of the building briskly, peering over his shoulder occasionally before rounding the corner.  Sure enough, yellow torchlight spilled from a back window some ways off the ground, located just above a few crates the way he had scoped out earlier. Humming quietly to himself, he unhooked his lantern from his belt and, after filling it with oil, lit it and hung it on the corner of one of the boxes. A little hop and a few grunts later, he was perched on the wooden case, giving him a good view across the tavern from a little above his former seat.<br/><br/>The cards still sat idly on the table, unnoticed by even the barkeep, yet Ureck was confident they would eventually be noticed. The wolf and fox he had sat near were beginning to attract quite a bit of attention; it wouldn't be long before someone spotted the deck and, with any luck, decoded the message within. Leaning tiredly against the wall, he kept an eye out for the person who'd take his cue. He didn't need to get back to work at the Grangers' for another hour or so, leaving him enough time to figure out his next course of action.<br/><br/>With nothing happening yet, Ureck gave the stars one last look.<span style="font-style: italic">Someday, I'll make it so that your light doesn't shine in vain...</span><br/><br/>(Hide check: 1d20(13) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 22)