Timir nodded at her words,<strong>"Well enough then Lucille.  Tell you what, John's sleeping on a cot in the corner of my basement, past the casks.  If you want to go down and wake him, you should be all right to do so.  Just follow the sound of snoring.  I'll make up a bag of rations and such for you while you go talk to him.  Honestly anything you can do to get him back on his feet would be appreciated.  I give him room and board for his help around here, but he's a shadow of what he was once."</strong><br/><br/>Timir muttered something else under his breath, and Lucille couldn't quite hear it, though it sounded disparaging against the man.  He pointed towards a door behind the bar though and said,<strong>"Watch your step though, it's not well lit."</strong><br/><br/>The stairs to the basement were dark, but the basement itself wasn't too bad.  The high windows on the wall near the ceiling letting in enough light to make the basement cool and dark, but not so dark she couldn't make her way with no trouble.  Sure enough she followed the sound of snoring to the back corner of the basement, behind several crates.  There on a cot she found a man in his middle years, snoring, laying on a cot in clothing that looked like it might need a good washing.  The two empty wine bottles on the floor near his cot spoke volumes of how the man's sleep came to be so deep.