"Oh I am sure, I can already smell him.  It's weird, I have not seen the man in close to 20 years, but I remember his smell.  We have the money right now, and are just off the road.  I saw we get a room, have some food and hot water brought to us, and relax, away from the prying eyes.  I will have to barman put in a note to Gandos the slaver and ask to see him tomorrow evening.  However, I assume he will call on me as soon as he receives the letter."  I hold you close and give a few people a dark look, my eyes must have acutally burned red because they each looked away quickly.  I reach into your bag once again, and pay for a large room, hot water which I learned is pumped into the room by a two poor kids out back, and raw meat and wine.  The barman doesn't flinch at the order of raw meat, so I ask for a glass of cows blood.  He gives me a small nod and I pay him handsomely.  A good innkeeper knows how to keep things quiet, and provide a man with anything he desires.  Knowing that Gandos is staying here, I feel confident this man is quiet.  He hands over a large brass key, and we head up the stairs..