Atmos opened his eyes, his bed was lumpy and smelt vaguely of mould. In fact why was he not in his bed at the Golden Compass? Why was he in what appeared to be some ones outbuilding and why did his head feel like crazy Imp drummers where having a bash in it. And his body like giants had been stomping on him all night?<br/><br/>Atmos pondered this for a moment or two, the taste of mead was on his lips still, that explained the head. He had indulged far too much yet again? Had he got that drunk he had crashed out in here. Then more memories came to him, laughing blue eyes, hair like straw and tits like melons that you just wanted to rub your face in.<br/><br/>In fact he had been doing just that when her husband and his friends had come home. Atmos vaguely remembered the husband being somewhat upset at the sight of his wife naked from the waist up and Atmos with his head between her ample breasts. The window had seemed a good idea, shame it was on the second floor but the earth of the garden had stopped his fall nicely.<br/><br/>It had been a merry chase to lose them but sadly it was only the first of two. Deciding that he had to get his stuff back, he had only as he was leaving the husband and said friends had spotted him once more and off they had gone again. This time he had only been saved by the fact that he could tear through thick undergrowth a lot faster than they could.<br/><br/>He stood and stretched, time to get out of the city until he had faded in the memories of certain people. Pulling out the flyer he studied it, he had not been going to bother but now it seemed provident.<br/><br/>The barkeeper looked up hopefully as Atmos ambled into the inn but Atmos waved his hand vaguely towards him. More booze was not a good idea, the guard took the flyer giving his unkempt appearance a disproving look and then and led the way into a back room.<br/><br/>It seemed that people had already arrived, guards, one hiding herself in a robe, another in chains, an Elven female. Presumably they where here for the same reason as he was. Any way, Atmos collapsed into a chair saying as he did so, “Morning, names Atmos, if I start to snore give me a nudge, bad night, in fact a real bad night.”<br/><br/>He slumped in the chair, yawned and then waited for what ever would happen next.<br/>