A bar with far too loud music and barely clothed dancers was rocking the height of the night. Drunks and tired workers alike let off steam in the seedy place but it was comfortable. The food was decent and the ale was not too watered down.
More than a few of the crowd would die that night as they made the foolish choice of flashing their spirit stones, but that was normal for the bar.
A hooded figure came in from the night and hardly made any turn their heads. They were one of many.
The figure was slim but moved with the grace of a predator. Again, not too unusual as many experts came to unwind at the bar far from guilds or sects.
They came to a full bar but easily tossed a passed out drunk like they weighed nothing to the wall. The shoddy wood wall barely stood up to the impact, but it held. That drew a few auras and eyes but none could pierce the cloak.
