The ale hall of the Bennumere hideaway's tavern was quiet, save for a few residents quietly drinking and eating, relaxing after a long day's work.

Propped up against the tavern bar, slumped over in the barstool with an empty tankard of ale in his hand was Clive, his head swimming after several ales as he is clearly drinking to forget something.

"You there." he grumbles, barking towards the barmaid. "Get me another."