Dawn was slow to come in Denerim; just as well, since the rain continued through the night and well into morning, the sunlight cloaked by clouds. The streets were quiet, all searches for redheaded thieves or blue-eyed Templars called off due to the weather. Only the low crackling of the fire, left to burn down unattended, and the soft patter of the rain on the shingles filtering through the cracked-open window filled the little safehouse -
- and to no one's surprise, Aurin would wake up alone and naked, for the second time in as many encounters with Azabeth.
This time, however, his clothing would be found folded neatly under the cot (Gotcha read a note left atop his things, unsigned except for a whiff of the thief's scent) weighted down with a key, ostensibly for the door blocked by the first-aid dresser. Of Azabeth herself, there was not a scrap of clothing to be found, the fox disappeared into Denerim, leathers, pendant and all.