[@Lady Sven]

Azerus was out of luck, seemingly he had not hidden his gear as well as he originally thought. 
Knowing (planning) that he was going to get heavily drunk he had buried his few possessions behind some small shrubbery not too far from the tavern. 
As he stood there in disbelief staring at the patch of up turned dirt he hazily recalled himself shouting of his hidden weapon stash while drunkenly throwing out unwise threats during previous nights messy brawl.
He lazily muttered some insults at his drunken self and cursed his misfortune while shamefully cradling his forehead in his hands.
Someone had obviously taken his supplies as compensation for the trouble he had caused.

Azerus slumped to the floor and was wallowing in self pity when his eye was caught by a familiar looking face. Instantly the misery of his loss subsided as he was easily distracted by his unplaced curiosity. With a groan he cleaned himself off, stood and followed the stranger, fumbling after him through the busy streets. He failed to recognise the man from anywhere but couldn't deny the familiarity. More so than his face Azerus quickly became intrigued by the mans actions and the flyers he was putting up.

~Help needed to travel East to find source of Darkness~
 
The stranger was sitting silently inside the Southern Gate by the open window, simply watching the many people pass by. 
Azerus confidently strode by the man and nonchalantly leant against the solid brick wall beside him.

"[b][Color=darkred][i]Heading east hey, dangerous roads... What's some good help worth to you?[/i][/color][/b]" he asks the stranger.