mew! Aflia is in bed.

Thank you Nox. I'll be up when I finish my drink.

Aris left enough coin on the bar to cover the bill with his empty mug and headed for the stairs. He reached his room, opened the door, and had to scrape his jaw off the floor.

Aflia lay on the bed wearing silver lace that covered little and concealed less.

Aris shut the door and headed for the chair in the corner.

Aflia frowned, "declining the invitation?"

Aris shook his head, "ask me in the morning when I don't have three or four ales in my blood."

Aflia pulled the blanket up with her tail, "and if I'm still interested?"

Aris extinguished the candle, "then we'll talk about it." He sat down in the chair, and in the tradition of soldiers everywhere, fell asleep.

The creak of the door woke Aris. He gripped the handle of his morningstar and waited. The door creaked further open as a hooded figure slid cautiously into the room.

Aris heaved the morning star.

The figure collapsed to the floor, clutching at its leg.

The morningstar sailed over the figure's head into the hallway. It clattered harmlessly to the floor.

Aris froze,

Aflia woke with a start, clutching the blanket to her chest. "What in the nine hells?"

Elfyr rolled over onto his side,

Status Report:

Money: +50 gold per day.

Food and water: 10 days of hardtack rations.

Equipment: in good condition.

The Ring: obsidian band with one carbuncle gem and two empty settings

Total Deaths: 1