The trip back to the college was not long from the tower that they picked up the new person from. When their supplies started to get low on the last day of the trip the new girl began to look rather edible to Baulder. Unfortunately for him though he passed out from the pain of his broken "ribs" for the remainder of the trip. When he woke back up he was in the infirmary again. He looked around empty room for a moment orienting himself to the new area. He blinked a couple of times and then wrestled his hand out of the blankets he was tucked into and bringing it to his forehead. Rubbing it for a second he attempted to sit up in the bed. There was a sharp shooting pain in his chest which he managed to fight so that he could sit all the way up. He had forgotten the lobster had hit him... the lobsters. Throwing the blanket to the side he threw his legs over the side of the bed and winced at the shooting pain in his chest. The lobsters were all he could think about. He didn't know if the elf moved it or not. He needed to be sure.

Grabbing his bandaged mid section and hunched over he began walking out the infirmary. There was no one trying to stop him which invigorated him. Baulder reached up under his shirt and then bandages to scratch his broken but seemingly fixed breast plate. He didn't stop to think how that happened and instead continued to half limp furiously to where he remembered getting the wagon from originally. With luck it would be there. Several people passed him in the hallways but few gave him more then a glance. He got the feeling this was not terribly out of the ordinary to have an injured person half running down their corridors.

Baulder pushed the heavy wooden door that led to the outside quite hard and it banged on the wall it's hinges were attached to. He looked around rapidly looking for the building the wagons were stored in. After walking around for a little bit he found the building which was fortunately unlocked. He limped into the building quickly and began looking through the empty stalls and full ones. He remembered their wagon had some words carved onto the side "Please ignore" or something like that. He went up and down the rows of stalls multiple times before finding the wagon. He climbed into the drivers seat to get a better look at the back of the wagon. Upon gaining the high ground he looked where Myrn had put the barrel earlier. Once again it was exactly where it should be. He climbed into the back of the wagon and rolled the barrel off the side of the wagon and clenched his jaw as the barrel hit the ground harder than he wanted it to. He paused for a moment to make sure the barrel was not leaking. He checked on the lobsters before continuing on his way rolling the barrel on it's side. Once again no one gave him much more than a glance as he rolled a barrel full of sloshing materials through the corridors of the college. Just another day.

When Baulder finally made it to Tyrael's office he felt like he was going to vomit from how much his chest was hurting. He dragged the barrel so that it was vertical and knocked on the door hesitantly. He waited for a minute before knocking again...and again...and again. Within a few minutes he was banging on the door and fiddling with the door handle rapidly. He began growling at the door in hopes of it maybe forcing the owner to come and stop him. But no one did. After banging his hands raw on the door he slumped down against the door with the barrel next to him. He didn't want to disappoint the demon, he wanted more imp. What was he gonna do without more imp meat? He began shaking at the idea of no longer having the delicious demon. He wanted to forget and he wanted food no needed food. Baulder jumped up at a Human walking near by and grabbed him by the shoulders and started yelling at him "Where can I get food!"

The man quickly pushed him off with a gust of wind and knocked Baulder on his back. Managing to keep his head from hitting the ground Baulder ignored the pain in his chest and attempted to get back up and the man spoke up i a strange accent. "Touch me again and I'll break your head open. If you want food go to Underhaven, it's that way. If you get lost ask." As the man walked away and Baulder got back onto his feet he muttered something about beggars before rounding a corner and disappearing from Baulder's sight. Deciding no one would mess with things the demon would have delivered Baulder decided to go to the Underhaven.

Baulder took the initial directions given to him and managed to get far before needing to ask someone for more directions. Eventually though he found what he guessed was the Underhaven. There was a bar in the middle of the large room and a currently inhabited piano in the corner. There was demon that looked as though it was ludicrously large to be playing the piano. This caused Baulder to laugh for a moment before he stifled it as the demon started [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAUX6IuDi6c]playing[/url] on the piano. He then decided to not say anything to the ridiculous looking demon as he played his piano. Taking a seat at the bar Baulder finally allowed himself to address the pain. He finally noticed the edges of his vision were blurry and dark compared to when he had woken up earlier. Breathing rather slowly now another demon with goat legs came out from a back room and entered behind the bar and walked up to Baulder. "What'll you have?" He asked evenly.

"Meat...bloody if you can do that or have that." The demon said he would be back in a moment and Baulder looked around at the rest of the bar. Struggling against the slow darkening of his vision Baulder saw that some of the other people at the bar were rather pale looking and were staring him down quite intently. Baulder let out another laugh as this was the thing that got him attention, sitting at a bar and ordering food. The bar keep came by with a plate of what was he guessed shaved sheep. The goatman went over to tend the pale individuals and Baulder started tearing into the sheep with his claws. When Baulder got his first taste of the sheep a single tear ran down his face. This was almost as good as the imp had tasted. It was so delicious that he even began to chew it slowly savoring every bite of the sheep. Very quickly he began to have tears pouring out of his eyes. Baulder could not think a time he had been happier than at that moment. The blood from the sheep was beginning to mix with the tears coming out of Baulder's face and beginning to create a sizable mess. He had even managed to forget that his chest even hurt anymore. Then he blacked out.