The Air Ripples...

...and tears open in front of the tavern just long enough for a familiar figure garbed in blue robes to step through. Thalenir looks much like he did when he left, albeit with a weary expression on his face. His right arm remains lifeless, bandaged, and bloody at his side. He takes a few faltering steps as he reacquaints himself with gravity, then heads to merchant's hall, where he removes his note and steps inside.