For three days he wandered around Gesel. Taking his time as he explored its streets and allys, shops and markets, docks and ships. Chatting occasionally to the locals, he slowly learns about his new home. But not quickly enough.

One part of Gesel almost sees his end. Two goons leap from the nights darkness and set upon him. A lucky blow sends him to the ground. His attackers loose no time and rifle through his belongings. For their rashness they will pay for he is not out of it yet. From the ground he slides his knife into the back of the tallest foe. Silently he falls to the ground, dead. His friend turns and runs, but not far before he too falls to the ground. A dent in his skull from where a well aimed stone hit.
"Time to return the favour" he thinks as he rifles through their clothes, coming up with little of worth, and just a few too many fleas.
He moves off, limping slightly, hoping to find a quite spot to rest and think.

Coming back up to the surface he headed off down a back alley, eventually finding a discreet corner to bed down and rest. A restless sleep plaqued with dreams did little to recooperate his energy, but nothing was to be gained from sitting still. Rising, he moved towards the slave docks, some business on his mind.

Keeping to himself he spends the day watching the slave markets, noting the merchandise, its quality and the range of prices. His mind works through his calculations, back and forth and he thinks of new variations of his plan. It could be done but he will need the right sort of place to set up such a venture and in this town that would just increase his overheads so he moves off, determination in his stride as he heads off out of Gesel, towards the hills.

The journey back to Gesel was long, especially for his small stride. Several weary days passed with little but trees and farms in view: certainly nothing worth his further attention. Three days of dreariness at last paid off as mid-afternoon saw him pass a small cave: well hidden off the road. Here could be another possiblity for him and he certainly could do with a sheltered resting place for the night.

He approached the opening and eased inside; moving just deep enough within so that he could see the entrance. Clearing the ground of loose stones with his booted feet, he lay his blanket down on the ground and gently collapsed upon it. His eyes closed and his mind drifted off to sleep.

Wake! His mind shouted to him. As he opened his eyes his mind had that feeling that something was wrong. He remained still, listening. He had but a moment to wait: there it was; a scuffing noise; close. Damn! He had forgot to fully check the cave first: The basics of survival. Well he was going to pay for it now. Rising quickly to his feet he withdrew his knife and, without hessitation, thrust out at where he thought the noise was. Ah: Luck might still be with him for he felt the blade slide home and body go limp as the he pulled the knife back out. But more noises alerted him of more behind the first. Backing up to the cave entrance, his knife in front of him, he waited for their move. Two more came forward; goblins. Goblins meant he still had a chance if played right.

They both rushed him at once, his knife glancing off ones' flesh as the other clubbed his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Landing face down he remained still; listening. A goblin kicked him lightly, checking. Statisfied they began to rifle through his pack. He waited till they moved close to him and then struck. A well placed kick to the head knocked one down instantly as his knife flashed into the second one from behind. Quickly checking his work he dispatched the knocked out goblin, packed up his blanket and got his ass out and away from the cave. He had been lucky he knew.
Nursing his wound he decided to walk through the night rather than camp out anywhere near the cave. His reward was to see the walls of Gesel in the distance as the sun finally rose.