Duncan's hasty exit had a purpose. The two who tried to break into the room were simpletons. And rarely were such low lives let lose without someone to keep an eye on them. And chance were that that someone would still be close by, watching.<br/><br/>Duncan staggered out of the inn pretending to be drunk. Taking a sip of his mug filled with water he threw it aside as he almost fell down the 4 stairs that led down to the street from the inn. He steadied himself by leaning against a horse that was tied outside the inn. His eyes were sharp. They scanned the street both up and down looking for a sign. The body of the thug who threw himself out of the window was still there and people seemed to simply ignore the body. Death was too common for people to care anymore.<br/><br/>Duncan staggered over to the store opposite the inn and fell to the ground as he pretended to lean against the side of the wooden store. People gave him even less attention that the dead body. Duncan's eyes swept over the street once more before they met what he hoped they would. A figure in a brown cloak crept out of the side of the inn and hurried towards the body. Looking over his shoulder he made sure he wasn't being followed. He stopped casually next to the body and bent down sending his hands under the dead man's cloak to retrieve his money pouch. This could be any common thief in Tfarc. A target of opportunity such as dead body was hard to resist. But Duncan smiled as he saw the man reach for the dead man's left hand and pull something off of his middle finger. A glitter of red flashed in the moon light as the ring was quickly put put away.<br/><br/>"You always leap head long into trouble Johan. You fool! Who'd have thought you'd leap out of a window too!" said the man as he stood back up and hurried down the dimly lit street.<br/><br/>Duncan waited until the man was just out of ear shot before he scrambled to his feet and followed him, making sure he stuck to the shadows. He hoped this man would lead him to some answers.