* It was fine misty night in the illustrious blackwulf tavern. The air hummed with conversation and the place was well lit into the small hours of the early morning. Barmaids made thier rounds while nimbly avoiding chairs, patrons, and the unwanted attentions of drunkards. The sound drinks being tosses back and steins hammered down. Truely a lively. So the minutes passed and none would remark on the appearance of another man among many. Indeed, the person who entered the establishment could hardly be heard. His world weary sigh drowned out by proclaimations such as "More ale!" and the like. His boots scuffed across the hardwood floor as he made an inconspicious beeline toward and empty table. Where upon reaching his destination, he sat down heavily in the chair. The cowled figured then unceremoniously dropped his head upon the surface and groaned.*
" .... saints finally...I've made it back." *Came a tired groan. He pushed his cowl up. Revealing lanky brown locks much in disarray. He pulled it all the way back to reveal a worn pale face and vacant eyes. The man, one desmond, was in no condition it seemed to make the journey back up to the manor where he'd been long absent. Having departed on the task arranged by the mysterious gantz. Of said mission, which took far longer than he has anticipated. Furthermore, it has revealed nothing. The most he could say of the whole enterprise was that he was hounded by wild wolves. He smiled decipricating at his own thin attempt at humor. He beckoned at a waitress until he got her attention.*
" Ale please thank you."