Imglush padded heavily up the cold stone cillar steps and peered around the door into the tavern. With a grunt he poked Geoff, handing him a note. As he turned back to his bar, Imglush grabbed a large bottle of wine. Biting off the cork and spitting it -and half the glass that came with it- out of his mouth and into the metal bucket that held the previous nights left overs. Looking in, a nice juicy chunk of meat lay among the scrap.

Plucking the meat from the bucket and throwing it up in the air, Imglush headed back down to his room, cathing the meat in his mouth as he stepped. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs the meat was devoured and the bottle empty.

Imglush let out a large belch, and scratching his arse with one hand, he opened the door leading into his room with the other.