Cayl entered the inn as his usual radiant self. It was a fine new day after all, and an adventure was waiting for him somewhere in this establishment. The hour was early and there were only a couple of people in the room - fancy looking types, not your usual folk around the town. But it was to be expected that all kinds of travelers, be it knights in shining armor or ominous plague doctors, would walk in for a refreshment or perhaps a place to rest. A quick glance was all the attention he gave the bunch, though, as he was too caught up in his own thoughts. It had been an eternity since he last visited a guesthouse; it's musty atmosphere was something to get used to. After all, clear sky was the roof Cayl preferred to have over his head.

He had been up before sunrise, keeping an eye on the town to catch anything suspicious. The message he had received was... strange, to put it lightly, though one should have been convinced of it's validity based on the amount of gold that came along. The gold that now, in large part, was stashed away. Cayl had never seen such a large sum of money before and had no idea how to spend it. Aside from the occasional piece of clothing, buying arrows was about the only thing he needed money for. Indeed, that was the way he was contacted as well. There were three fletchers around Mortis that Cayl frequented, perhaps his only perennial connection the the civilized world. "Some parcel boy" had apparently left a package for him in the hands of one of the craftsmen. In it a single unique coin, a bag of gold, the letter and a map with a handwritten note at the foot. The latter was apparently added in case Cayl was unfamiliar with the "given human names of places".

With the innkeeper occupied by the lady in metal armor, Cayl stood back, fiddling the coin in his hand. He now gave the trio a longer, almost measuring look. One of them was noticeably more noisy than the others, though what actually came out of that small mouth hers, Cayl still didn't notice. From the looks of things, she was asserting some kind of a dominance over the other with her vaunted poise and imposing impression. It didn't seem to have much of an effect, though. The other woman was more concerned about retaining her stern posture and the man... well... Cayl couldn't quite make out what he was up to under all that clothing, but it ought to have been something shady.