He watches Lambert go and then heads off in the opposite direction to look for the grave diggers who had posted the contract.

The work is messy, but Eskel is managed to trace the ghouls back to their nest and destroy it. He returns to the inn, kind enough to slip through the back so nobody but the proprietor had go see him (or smell him) and he could ask for a bath.

By the time Lambert returns, Eskel will be damp from a bath, wearing his spare shirt and trousers, and doing his best to enjoy this middling ale. There's a bandage on his forearm, but it doesn't seem to pain him much.