Ceoluulf watched the nameless stranger leave without blinking once, like some massive gray cat watching a retreating mouse.  He relaxed only slightly once the tension surrounding the man's passing had dissipated and the sounds of drunk patrons and giggling wenches seemed to flood back into focus, but it was clear that neither drink nor buxom young tarts would satisfy him now.<br/><br/>"I'm going for a walk," he stated suddenly, getting to his feet.  "One of you watch my things.  I keep careful inventory.  I will know if something is missing," he added with a pointed look towards the hefty pack that he left nearest the stairs.<br/><br/>Before leaving them he glanced briefly at Renolf, but said nothing.  The rakish man was no doubt eager to pawn some simpletons out of their coin, but it appeared Ceol would have words with him first.  Whether he took the hint or not, the gray man stopped not three feet outside the Frisky Goblin, taking in the view of the city street.