Around a few hours after Kyle and his squad finished their mission. Paul was currently waiting for orders.
He's alone, hiding within a tavern by blending in with the Abyssals. He wore a disguise that vaguely made him look like them, in addition with the hood he wear, he blended in perfectly within his surroundings without anyone the wiser.
Paul was drinking the unique ale of the Abyssals as he acted as if he was just another drunkard among the crowd. In truth though, he was eavesdropping in the conversation of the people around him.
"Man, Paradise is too chaotic nowadays. It's hard to find somewhere to have a good time."
"Yeah, I feel that too. I heard that there are some convicts that escaped and apparently, the guards are having a difficult time apprehending them."
"Really? The prisoners must've been real clever then."
