Yes.

Uklag wakes up with a bit of a headache. However that is quickly blown away by the much greater pain in his abdomen as he rolls over on the wrong side. The painful hiss he let’s out wakes up Catherine but he doesn’t care. Instead he sits upwards and looks around.

He remembers just silently lying down to sleep out the influence of the ****. From the looks of it it worked, his head is clear the only question being where Alratha has hidden her leather hugged ass again.

Uklag stumbles out of the box and into the outside. Behind him Catherine groans in discomfort as a ray sunlight from the dawning sun hits her face. “We are already behind schedule.” Uklag says, “Where is that Dragonbone?”

“Right here, Master of Partycrashers.” Alratha says and suddenly lands besides him with a sack in hand. “How long…. Wait no I don’t want to know.” Uklag begins but quickly stops himself. If there is one thing he will not for the live of him understand it is the reasoning behind Alratha’s actions.

He takes the sack of her and peeks inside, just to make sure. Indeed the Dragonbone is inside. By the time Uklag has bound the sack to his back Catherine finally manages to crawl outside. “Normal mornings suck already.” She yawns and slowly pulls herself upwards on the doorframe. “But this is just the worst, how come none of you have a massive hangover?”

Uklag shrugs, “Just my youthful vitality I suppouse.” “You are thirty.” “And still kicking it very much thank you.” He sits down on a nearby stone as Catherine gets somewhat representable.

She is still in the process of redrawing her lipstick, using a quickly created mirror of ice, when Ulric makes his way to the trio. The giant seems even bigger now, his new black armour looks like it is eating the very sunlight as he towers over the sitting warlock. Uklag smiles, “I was wondering if you would come.” He says, not a bit of an apology for his sudden disappearance at the last evening.

With a somewhat pained groan he rises, relying on his staff to do so. “Any last words, Bearman?” he asks. “Just this.” Ulric begins and steps in front of the warlock, “I hope we never meet as enemies.” A small rattle as Ulric offers his gauntleted hand for a handshake.

“I can get behind that.” Uklag shakes the giant’s hand, “If you ever think you could have another plan of mutual benefit for both of us you can find me at the Wekgrond.” He says and tightens the knot that keeps the sack in place. “Very well then, we will be going now.”

Uklag steps around Ulric, facing south and walks of without another word. “Greet that eyebrow guy from me.” Alratha says behind him, winking at Ulric as she follows her master together with a silent and hungover Catherine.