The night holds the usual activities for Amron, though the excitement he has is more along the line of holding court, listening to several complaints about this person or the other, how the city guard is coming down unfairly on one part of town, not to mention the private conversations about the need to find a replacement for their fallen friend.<br/><br/>When he does finally rest he sleeps soundly, waking later then he had intended and rushing to get washed a bit and ready to head up to the Dagger, having heard nothing he knew she had the note, but not certain she would come until he enters and is pointed to a table by the barkeep.<br/><br/>Turning he sees her, looking too good, and Cedric, second rate sneak thief and self proclaimed gift to all women apparently attempting to convince her of this claim.  Walking over he places his hand on the other mans shoulder and, as Cedric twirls to object to the interruption, he says, "Cedric...I believe the lady is here at my request, how about you go over and have an ale, let me take care of my business?"<br/><br/>The other man looks as though he might consider making the discussion more physical then slumps and walks off to the bar, Amron taking his place at the table, looking at her with a smile saying, "I do hope I was not interrupting anything Lhurriel, I mean just because we had a little fun yesterday doesn't put my claim on you."  He turns and points at the man now seated at the bar, a large tankard of ale to drown his sorrows in, "I mean, I can call him back if you would rather."<br/><br/>With a chuckle and grin he slips into the seat beside her, his movements graceful and sure, an arm sliding behind her, the other waving for drinks as he says softly, "Welcome to my little slice of hell my dear, I am glad that you could make it."