[Tavern] A Master's Guise [Shei]

[Avanthar Dra'Aran]

Garbed in a cloak of princely weave and carrying a heavy set blade that was heavily wrapped behind him he entered the familiar Crown Inn and Tavern. Fending off the many eyes that fixated upon his powerful form, his features were hidden beneath his hood as the hulking warrior moved purposely towards the stairs. Mysterious figures and fancy strangers were the norm in a city of this magnitude, the crown being one of the most prominent destinations for travellers throughout the empire.

He was here for one thing, and it would be dealt with relatively quickly. Ascending up the multitude of stairs where the sounds of mirth and commotion resonated throughout the ancient establishment, the lone swordsman stopped at a certain floor at a certain door… offering a soft tap with gloved hands… a sense of coldness slowly spreading through the corridor…