Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150130070303/@comment-5543592-20150202042317

Veltih wandered into Rorikstead. He'd just finished off his most recent target, and decided it was time for some R&R before getting himself another job. Money most definately not an issue, but he had no friends, and certainly no life. Bounty hunting was just something to pass his unreasonably long lifespan.

It was untimely he should be experincing regrets now, standing in the middle of the road and all.

He stepped off the side of the road to the inn's porch, avoiding a cart. His eyes scanned the area, and he was, once again, glad for them; regardless of how difficult it made tracking his targets.