You wake up the next morning to find a letter placed on your dresser.

Dei stumbled over and opened it up.

The letter was written in a fine hand

"Dear Ms Scarmiglione,

Thank you for dealing with our errant employee, it is unfortunate in my line of work that I do have to work along side some rather questionable individuals.

I shall remember your aid, and do in fact owe you a favour."

There was no signature but there was the emblem of the Dassk below it.

Dei headed downstairs to get some food.

As you head down you spot Karesh and Ferg talking at the bar, the warforged waves when you appear "Mornin' Dei, how are ye?""

"A tad hungover," Dei said. "Ya guys?"

"I thought ye looked a wee bit delicate" Old Ferg said appraising Dei "I'm richt as rain" the warforged rumbled.

"I'm good Dei,guess you'll be wanting breakfast? The usual bacon, sausage and eggs?" Asked Karesh.

"Thanks, yer a dear," Dei said.

Karesh headed into the kitchen whistling cheerful to him self as he went.

Ferg looked at Dei and said "Ah heard ye'v bin getting in tro7ble, ye guid?"

"A bit of trouble here and there, but I'm good," Dei said.

"Guid, guid" Ferg said "I Ken you can after yerself, but I wouldn't be wanting to lose a braw singer like yew'

"Thank ya, Ferg," Dei said. "You're real sweet."

Karesh returned with a plate of food and offered Dei a drink "My own hangover cure, don't ask what's in it. You don't want to know " he said as he handed the items over.