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Baldur's evening went by quietly, after the almost-erupted tavern brawl. The deal with the trio of women had unfortunately fallen through, which meant he was once again financially uncertain for his stay at this foreign city. He had just enough for lodgings, and the food the women provided was enough for him to get by. He retired silently to his quarters quite late into the night, and his sleep, while for once devoid of any reliving of violent memories, was nonetheless a tad restless. The warmth of a bed and the silence walls and a roof brought had been foreign to him for quite some time. Without the wind upon his face, he had trouble falling asleep in this still, quiet air.

But he did sleep, eventually, and as the sun rose, so too did he. He rolled his shoulders to loosen them up, and felt his arm and his midsection. The pain had dulled to the point he could now ignore it, for the time being. Certainly enough that he wasn't going to appear suspect to any quick-footed young men again. He clothed himself, re-equipped his sword, and put on his cloak and hat. The time for rest and debauchery had come to an end. Now it was time to work. First, a visit to that blond young man's mansion, and then the Tower. The specter in his mind muttered nothings at the thought. It was growing impatient again...

Baldur made his way down the stairs and into the tavern proper, eyeing the now silent and relatively empty building. He took notice of the priest, looking like he had one foot in the grave, and a young girl he recognized from the day before...one of the louder individuals at that noble boy's rally. Once again, she was accompanied by a sullen-looking companion. A Spirit, judging by his fox-like features, and her guardian as well, no doubt. The girl made mention of an "Okami," the name of that speedy, prying waiter. Seemed like every attention-grabbing individual at that display knew one-another....Were they a coalition? He took a seat in a nearby chair, watching them intently and trying to listen to their conversation...