"Thank you." Griff said to the bartender, nodding in appreciation. He quickly reached into his pocket and tossed the man a coin. Stamped with the League of the Edict of Tovasel it probably wouldn't be too much use to the man but it sent a message. "Let's go." Griff added, making for the ale room and ushering for the others to follow. The ale room itself was a dark dank room with barrels of ale lining the walls. Sawdust lined the floor mopping up any spillages, of which there had certainly been many over the years, the place reeked of alcohol. Griff made his way through the room towards the door on the other side. Reaching the door, he drew his dagger from his jacket just in case and slowly opened the door. With a loud creak it opened, lighting up the dark room with sunlight. Griff ducked through the low doorway and into the alley. Deserted. That was a good sign. He stowed his dagger away and moved out of the way of the others. The alarm bells had stopped ringing now but the clink of guardsmen running in their armour could be heard from the main road and smoke from the harbour was still billowing up into the clouds.