Crom nodded as the man finished his work, pulling his tunic on over his bandages. "Thanks mate." Crom said, waving to the man as he left the room. The way the man talked, they'd be doing whatever they were hired to do later that night. Despite his exhaustion, Crom decided the suggestion of a walk sounded appealing. He stood up, steadying himself. He'd have to get used to the feeling of the bandages, but it was worth it to heal more quickly. He walked out the door, grabbing the bottle of wine which he had left on a table in the room. He walked out into the main portion of the inn, taking a swig from the bottle as he walked. He shuffled through a small crowd of people before sliding out of the building through the back door. The thick wooden door opened into an alley, which was slowly darkening as the sun sank in the sky. He took another gulp of wine as he turned to walk down the alleyway, seeking to find Johnathon and Griff. He froze when he realized who was sitting at the end of the alley. Crom stood where he was, unsure of what would be the best course of action. He had no intention of getting in another fight at the moment, but he imagined Soah wasn't overtly thrilled with being banished from their party.

 Alec nodded to the officer. "Excellent. We will leave as soon as possible then." He was curious to see just how well-trained these Scouts were. As the Marshal opened the door, Alec followed him out, speaking as he walked. "A pleasure doing business with you, Marshal." Alec still had the same eerie smoothness to his voice. As he exited the office, he noticed Milo standing outside along with a woman in similar attire, who he imagined had joined the young Scout during the meeting. Alec turned to Milo and nodded. "Where are we off to now Lieutenant?"