For the OOC, go here: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-curse-of-valhemra.45522/#post-1139772 It was a dark night in the market district of Quem'bel. The wind howled through the narrow streets, and horses grunted in an alarmed manner. The air spiralled a little as it encountered a plume of hot air rising out of a chimney, but was soon on it's way. The chimney belonged to the second most famous tavern in the city, where nobles and peasants alike would go to rest their buttocks. The shroud of night tightened it's grip, and a thick smog fell over the road. A slight figure edged silently through the door of the tavern, and walked up to the barkeep. It laid a sheet of paper and a small purse of coins on the surface, then slipped off back into the night. As the door slammed shut, the wind whispered more audibly than it had been doing all night. It almost sounded as if it was saying "free me....."