The night passes uneventfully, aside from the fact that he can hear drunken revelry carrying on until the wee hours of the morning.<br/><br/>The trading post, unfortunately, takes its time opening, and he'll recognize the proprietor as someone he saw drinking, before he went to bed last night, and who still looks to be nursing a hangover this morning. While he doesn't recognize any of the more valuable items, he does notice a few of the smaller pieces from her descriptions; the best items are likely either in use, or held in storage in the fortress proper.