Vallyn kept silent when the guild began to pile up, tossing eleven of the twelve coin purses onto the table. He left the room, leaving the sewers, wrapping his cloak tightly about him with the cowl pulled low. The shadows of his hood hid most of his face, giving him a somewhat intimidating presence. It didn't take him long to reach his destination, either, only a couple of blocks of wandering to the local tavern. He walked in and closed the door, not paying any mind to the action nor to the curious glares of its hardened folk. Eventually, there was an eruption of welcome.

"Vallyn! 'Bout time you came!" The patrons cried, save for the new, burly looking man. Vallyn raised a hand, solemnly walking towards the bar. He dropped three gold piece onto the bar. "Mead and mutton. This should be enough to pay whatever is put on my tab, plus tip." The young man told the barkeep, who, upon looking at the money, nodded with a big smile on her plump face. The woman went about, bringing him the mead and running to the kitchen to prepare his meal.