The day is grim, and the sun shows gray through the clouds. The day is the beginning of the harvest, when the sun shows brightest through out the month and farmers take for their little crops. A lone figure walks along the red painted scenery silently, the figure wheres a heavy cloak around him. He walks and walks, slowly getting closer to the outline of a town just ahead of him, the dead flowers being crushed under his feat as he trudges along. Its nearly sun set as the figure walks into the town, he walks around town looking for an inn as he finds it he grimaces at the name "The Hog Nest" such a disgusting name.
He walks into the inn hearing conversations; the bard tender looks up at him from a conversation he was having from one of his costomers.
"What will it be stranger? and may I ask why the cloak on such a day?"
"I need a room- and no you cannot no why."
"Ah very well then, but may I know the name of the cloak guest who I presume can pay for a room?"
"That is something you may know" Saying so as he smirked "My name is Valentine, and yes I can pay for a room, and i would like one now." His voice like steel, and even though he doesn't like being pushy today was one of those days.
"Very well, no need to be pushy about it though. Firstly though I will be needing 30 credits for tonight"
"Very well" Reaching down into his cloak he pulls out a card with the number thousand glowing green on it, then he swiped the card.
"Now as for my- "
"That is quite a bit of money you carry there young one" It was a man sitting a table from behind him, his knife out.
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