Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5543592-20150521204136

With that information in mind, he beat a path to the inn, the closest one to the castle being bizarrely named "The Choked Cat." Scire was unsure who was choking cats, but regardless did not like the mental image it provided. He saw more than most, too much, as it was.

Once inside, the aura of death was cleansed from his vision, replaced by the stupidity and laziness of drunkards or tiredness of weary travelers. He also detected an overall sense of nervousness, or perhaps downright fear, but all these feelings were dulled by the liquor in everyone's bellies.

He plopped down in the nearest chair, and tried to reorient himself as best as possible.