[Carrûn]

Awyrgan reentered the Inn from the sidedoor leading to the stable. He was rubbing a sizeable lump on his head.

Earlier in the day he had caught the handy-man Derufin in a rare moment of inactivity and explained his situation and agreement with Aman to the man. Derufin had put him to work patching a few of the troublesome holes that kept re-appearing in the stable roof. They seemed to especially irk the handyman for one reason or another and after a hot afternoon of working on them Awyrgan was beginning to harbor similiar feelings towards the roof.

His repair work had started off well enough, he had always enjoyed heights and felt right at home even in a fairly precarious perch. The first several holes were a simple matter of removing the old covering and nailing down new material. Then one of the holes proved to be more of a challenge.

Assuming that it was the same as all the others he had just patched Awrygan had moved right up next to it, only to discover a wide radius of rotted timber that quickly gave way.

When he woke up the man found himself lying not so comfortably in the stable loft that had broken his fall. Cursing, glanced up to notice the now very large hole in the ceiling above him.

It had taken him the better part of the afternoon to fix the last of the holes and the Sun seemed to enjoy increasing its heat to the maximum possible extent as he did so.

Thus, the Awyrgan that entered the Inn in the early evening was an especially malcontent one.

He passed by Cook and Derufin on his way to a nearby table, he nodded and spoke shortly. "Holes are all patched. Should of warned me about the one." He grinned, rubbing his head.

Sitting down, he asked a server to bring him "a lot of whatever Cook was offering" and waited.