<em>Fast-forward ‘til morning…</em><br/><br/>When Ceoluulf awoke, he found himself lying flat on his back in a small room of some kind. He was in realatively peaceful surroundings, with the blurry visage of a man hovering above him. His eyes felt heavy and warm as he struggled to get a better view; and his head was troubled by a lingering headache that felt much like he was suffering the excesses of the night before, though it was clear that he was still very much on this plane of existence.<br/><br/>All he could remember from the night before was the five or so shadowy figures who had ambushed him on the streets. They had all worn cloaks and concealed their features, which had not allowed him to gain any insight into the appearance of any of them, save a brief glimpse at the tattoo of a long, black knife on the inside of the forearm of the man who spoke to him - a man whose voice had a sinister edge to it. Before he knew it, Ceol had been struck by multiple hits from his flank and quickly fallen unconscious. As he reached for his side, Ceol found that the bolts that had troubled him earlier were no longer present. His wounds had been tended to and his side was bandaged in a way that indicated that someone with at least some healing skill had seen to him in the time that he was unconscious. His gear, seemingly missing a few items, appeared to be laid out neatly on a nearby table.<br/><br/>The man with him was quite handsome, clean-shaven with strong, manly features and striking, light blue eyes that seemed to have an incredible depth and wisdom about them. With dark, medium-length hair with a certain grace about him, he spoke with a resonant but subdued tone to the barbarian. “Welcome back, my friend. It is clear that your time has not yet come, the Lord of the Dead has decided that there are things you are yet to complete… though, you might make it a little easier by avoiding the streets of the city at that hour of the night by yourself!”<br/><br/>He takes care of a few things before speaking again, “My name is Balthor. I am a cleric of Kossuth and I have tended to your wounds. You are currently at the house of a friend of mine, which is where I am resting during my time in town, though I think we should get you back to wherever it is you are staying, hmmm?”<br/><br/>With the exchange of a few details, Balthor aided Ceol to return to the Frisky Goblin, where a breakfast of bread, cheese and fruit has been laid out for the inn’s patrons. The events of the past evening have past and those who are up and about have had a chance to perform their morning rituals; with the time quickly approaching towards the meeting with the party’s potential employer.<br/><br/>[We’re in the Frisky Goblin. Everyone is present and the time of the meeting with the employer is soon. Ceol is fully healed. His belt pouch/sacks and everything contained therein are missing, obviously taken whilst he was unconscious. Balthor is also present.]