<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/A099c61e24428cfee4fee43167068f37.jpg)</div>The courtyard of the inn was dimly lit through the rain and fog, but still enough to see the motionless figure lying sprawled on the ground. Imriel turned as movement caught his eye, blade coming up to an en garde position, but it was another of the inn's guests, dropping from their window with a satchel.<em>Physician perhaps?</em>he thought, turning his attention back to the courtyard.<br/><br/>A quick glance showed the body to be that of the stablehand, a young lad who had looked barely old enough to be called a man. There seemed to be blood on his face, but that was the extent of what Imriel could tell without examination, and while he had a number of talents, medicine was not amongst them. Leaving the boy to the others he could hear approaching, he moved around the yard towards the stable. He couldn't hear any uproar from the horses, so whoever, or whatever, had done this ought not be there, but it was still the handiest place to hide.