Licking the booze from his lips, Naolin tilted his head here and there, wondering what he was going to do for the rest of the day. It was like he truly thought heâ??d do something besides drinking for the day, and while it might have been the plan, he usually found himself smashed and talking to the chair leg. Shadow stayed hidden for the moment, not speaking as he usually didnâ??t, and just watching over the necromancer.<br/><br/>The barmaid shook her head but left him be, as she knew she needed the money, and Naolin was made of nothing but pure money. Well, perhaps he might have been powerful, as he had defended the area a few times, but she wouldnâ??t place her moneyâ??s bet on his victory if he was always drunk; it was a hard moral thing to do for any normal person with common sense. Pouring him another cup when he asked for it, she sighed and moved to clean up a recently empty table.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/9918/deepwatertavernsz5.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">â??Havanaâ??</a>was a small tavern that was situated in the edge of a wasteland, deep in within the Kingdom of Lassadar and nearly at the tip of a large cliff. The King of Darkness abandoned this area when Queen Cecilia had been killed, so it was safe in the fact that no one cared for a wasteland that had nothing but dust and death. Materials were shipped in, and even then, it was hard to live in the murky atmosphere. It was the area that mainly humans lived, and since they were seen as such weak beings, they were left for entertainment and not worth ruling over.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??I think someone drank my boozeâ?¦â?</span>Naolinâ??s voice suddenly came through, as the blonde gazed down at his cup and shook it a few times. He had just finished his drink, but he was shaking it upside-down as if he didnâ??t understand why only a droplet escaped the upturned cup.