When the gentlemen went out the door with Shadow's Dream, Kohl tossed back his ale, threw a handful of coins on the table to cover his losses, and rose to his feet.  "Scuse me, gents," he said with a wide grin, dropping a hand to adjust his breeches.  "Nature calls."<br/><br/>He made his way out of the tavern, meandering along after the party of five, humming to himself and trying to appear for all the world as just another drunkard looking for a place to piss.  In the first convenient alleyway, he ducked in and, after making sure there was no one to witness, shrank into the form of a black tomcat and resumed tailing the drunks and the Solar.