A dreary inn in what only appears to be a dreary town is where you find yourselves at mid-afternoon, brought by the promise of work or simply your desire to help. Ondahem is almost as unremarkable on the surface as it is dangerous upon closer inspection, luring unsuspecting travelers in to a place full of robbers and killers that rule the streets through tolls, theft, and blackmail, or simply physical violence. That aforementioned work? An anonymous individual has called you together to clean the streets up a little. Maybe you won't die, like everyone else that's tried. ~~~ Hellboy was early. He shifted quietly in his seat, his huge, stone hand tapping impatiently. The Tiefling was well aware of the looks he was getting. Though he wanted to pretend he didn't care, it really did bother him. Not that he'd ever say that. Still, he was hear to help. Not shoot some wide-eyed farmer who was just scared of something he didn't understand. No. For the moment, he just swallowed his pride and waited for the rest of this group that was supposed to be on the job.