When Haven brought out Valunn's ale he didn't hesitate to pick it up and begin sipping on it as Densha replied to his questions. It was good ale, well-made, but probably because Sloan accumulated such an enormous amount of wealth he could afford or pay whatever he wanted for the best ale around.

“Loras, was it?” She said before observing his figure. “I’d be interested in splitting the bounty – assuming we’re after the same mark. Why don’t you tell me who you’re looking for, first?” Of course, Densha was being solid, standing her ground. That was something Valunn admired; it meant she was strong-willed, determined, and cautious.

"Aye," Valunn replied, sitting his mug over to the left, next to the edge of the table. He leaned up, bearing his weight down on his arms upon the table. "He's a foreigner of these lands... tall, about my size. Black hair, blue eyes... goes by the name 'Valunn'. Many would mistake the fellow for [i]me[/i] if they knew him, but I wouldn't figure anyone around here knows who he is."

Leaning back up he reached over to grab his mug of ale and began sipping from it again.

At that moment Larrus the gatekeeper burtsed through the door, completely ignorant to whoever he was disturbing. "'Ello mates, eye'zup'ere! (Hello mates, eyes up here!) They's been a sightin' up north! Nawt to be concernt though folks, just a small... search'n'go, payment awarded at end of ye services! The party meets 'morrow mornin', here!" Several people began hollering in his direction to accept the offer while others hurried off to prepare for the journey.

[i]Damn![/i] thought Valunn, putting his mug down without listening to Densha's reply. Something must have happened. His pursuers were hot on his trail, and now they're terrorizing the locals. Valunn was obligated to go out with this search party. "On second thought," he said to Densha, "I think I just found my man." He nodded his head back towards Larrus. Would Densha take up Larrus' offer? He wasn't sure, so he decided to 'persuade' her. "If you be a bounty hunter there woman, then perhaps you ought to come along. Who knows, may lead you to your target... or [i]our[/i] target he said."

[b][i]Upstairs[/i][/b]
[i]Stupid! Keeping me safe... pff, the moron isn't even up here! Leave me here for those... things to get me! Can they climb? Of course they can. They have hands. Everyone has hands though, so everyone can climb, right?[/i]

The girl ramble don in her head, listening to the light humming coming from down below. The Faintly Gallows sounded busy, but the girl was use to 'busy'. The thin, ragged cloth she was lying on didn't offer much padding against the hard wooden floor, and the sack-of-flour-pillow may as well be a stone. It was worse than the outdoors in her mind. [i]Especially with him! Pushing me around! Being rough! Cursing in front of my face... keeping the food and water to himself... and so bossy! Ooh, so bossy! So...[/i]

Lily tilted her head as she began to think deeper, realizing he wasn't [i]that[/i] bad. He didn't 'hog' the food, he only rationed it. And he didn't boss her around, he was teaching her how to react in such an alien environment, showing her that the [i]real[/i] world will push and boss you around and sometimes there's nothing you can do about it. When she was cold he kept her warm, clutched tightly in his arms at night - safe and comfortable despite not having a bed. No, he wasn't [i]that[/i] bad. He was a [i]good[/i] man, just troubled, and lost.