Have sword, will travel

The last of the outlaws fell as Egil's sword crashed down on him. A fountain of blood splattered the dry walls of the basement. Egil wiped his sword on the outlaw's cloak and sheathed it, and bent down to pick up the jeweled dagger the outlaw had been brandishing. It seems that tagging along with mysterious women in strange inns wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"I think this is what we came for?", he turned back to his companion, holding up the dagger with a winning smile.

"It is indeed", the soft voice of his companion seemed to indicate a certain amount of relief as the robed woman reached out for the dagger.

Egil pulled his hand back, his grin not faltering, "We seemed to have forgotten the small matter of my payment..."

The woman frowned, stepping back..."But...you know I have no money, and I know you have taken an oath of celibacy to serve your god...what could I possibly offer you?"

Egil chuckled..."Don't you know that a vow of celibacy is not the same as one of chastity?"

The woman arranged her features into a sweet smile. "I see...obviously I should have paid more attention to detail. No matter, I don't think you will be in a position to take advantage of any reward in the near future."

Egil heard a sound behind him and whirled around...there was a dark shape in front of him, a sudden movement and a thud as he fell to the ground.

When he woke up, daylight was already seeping through the floorboards above him. Rubbing his bruised head, Egil stood up and walked slowly to the steps. He desperately needed a drink. He hoped he hadn't missed much.