Rudolph was awakened the next morning by the growling of his stomach and the light hitting his face through the grimy window. Alisen, wrapped in her blankets, was fast asleep with a slight smile on her face, dirty from her journey from Taliss' cave. Careful not to wake her, he went downstairs to look for breakfast and somewhere to wash up. As he reached to bottom of the old stairs, he met the landlord, George.
"Hullo, sir. Did you have a good rest?"
"Oh, yes, thank you." Rudolph sat down at one of the tables in the dining room, and George took a seat across from him.
"Good, good. There were no further... disturbances, then? And the young lady is fine?"
"No, there weren-- wait a minute, how did you know about that?"
"I know just about everything that goes on around here. Not to mention that those two men, some of our best customers, came down in the the middle of the night groaning like dogs. That's why I came to find you, see. They're not nice fellas. Good customers, but not too nice. And they've taken a disliking to you and your lady friend, see. And so I'd suggest you get out of town, and fast, or they will hunt you down and you're not likely to get home - ever.