INSIDE THE COLD LARDER
Baldor slowly opened one eye, then the other...
His vision was still a bit hazy, but he appeared to be in a dark chamber full of hanging shanks of venison, pork, and various other chunks of flesh he couldn't identify. Just as he was recognizing the walls were lined in shelving and there were a few empty hooks in the room, it dawned on him that his feet were not touching the floor.
His head was still ringing from some kind of weird hangover. Baldor strained to remember where he'd been partying so he could get some more of whatever that "good stuff" was that knocked him out. But then the itch of a knot on his head reminded him that it probably wasn't some exotic beverage that put him in dreamland, but more likely the barbarian he'd been arguing with.
His thoughts returned to the issue of feet on floor... Something behind him was keeping him suspended above the floor. With a little twisting and swinging it became obvious that he was hanging on a hook by his suspenders. He chuckled as he remembered he'd come to this town to get in touch with a new employer. Is it possible this is what they meant when he was told to "meat at the tavern?"
INSIDE THE COLD LARDER
After hours of thrashing and twisting in an attempt to get himself free of the hook. Baldor paused to consider his situation, realizing this approach wasn't going to get him anywhere.
Normally, he'd cut himself down with his dagger or short sword. But whomever had hung him here with the curing meat had conveniently relieved him of those along with his backpack and purse. He started chewing on the suspenders...
While chewing, he imagined himself on the floor without benefit of his suspenders to hold up his pants. "Good thing I have a belt," he mused. Smacking himself on the head, he stopped chewing and laughed, because he had one of those belt buckles with a mini-knife built in.
Baldor spent less than a moment releasing the belt buckle and used the knife on the suspenders till his feet hit the floor. Discarding the suspenders, he tucked the mini-knife back into it's hiding spot and re-secured his pants by buckling the belt. He made a quick search to be sure his prior possessions where not around, and made his way toward the cold larder doors.
(OOC - out of the larder and into the Kitchen.)
(OOC - Exiting the Cold Larder)
Baldor looked around for something useful or anything that could be pawned for cash. Whomever had hung him up had left him with his onyx ring and diamond ear ring, so he was not completely without means. But hey, you can never have too much...
Given it's a kitchen, there's not much to steal that isn't obviously food related. There's a large carving knife that could probably double as a short sword for a halfling like Baldor, but it's kinda dull - so dull Baldor doubted it could cut soft butter cleanly. Beyond that, there wasn't much, short of a hamhock.
Baldor tucked a paring knife up his sleeve and exited the kitchen...
(OOC - exiting kitchen, stepping into the Seven Oaks Inn.)