Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151108021719

Danric had visited worse districts during his childhood, but ultimately he found one particular alley that seemed to be of his interest. Three-Quivers' Drink was the name of the inn. It was one of those places in which the flagons outnumbered the visiting guests, only the local regulars would find this inn appealing. Either because they were used to its shabby exterior and presumably interior, or because they had nowhere else to go where they would be welcomed.

The place was perfect for him. Cheap and unknown. He would be just as invisible as the dying drunks in the alleyway, slowly fading away as the ash covered their motionless bodies.

He entered the inn and adjusted the crossbow hanging over his shoulder. At least the interior was warm, but just as expected it was nothing fancy. But then again... he never had gotten used to the finer things in life. He didn't even know such a thing existed...