Brandons adventure in Freehaven

Brandon walks into the iron horn helmet in hand plonking it on the table and asks Hadrhan for the stiffest drink he has, placing a nice fat pouch of gold on the barkeeps bench."So mista I'm looken for someone in particular perhaps you maybe able too help a young hin out eh?"He gives a quick nod to the pouch and proceeds with a more hushed tone "his names Carl ever heard of him? I got somethen of his and I wanna give it back too him ya know"once the drink is on the table he takes a large mouthful waiting for Hadrhans reply with a raised brow.

What seems to be days in the Iron Horn and no straight answers from Hadrhan, Brandon leaves the pouch of coin on the bench, he gathers his helmet and begins to stagger out and begins heading towards the Dancing Homunculus trying to follow the road as straight as possible (with no luck of course). He stumbles into a few oncoming posts that seem to jump out of nowhere swearing at them and then heads merrily on his way. He passes a few of the residents there giving them a drunken wave and smile before he passes the Pretty Gypsy on his path instead of keeping an eye on the direction he is going his head follows the Gypsies legs instead and walks head on into the wall where he stays for the night.