Darkus sat there in the tavern. He was taking a deep drink, here this tavern were safe for supernatarals. The only one for about five leages if he could remeber correctly. But even in this place he was alone. Each and every creature of the living world dare not come close to him for fear he'd take their soul. He took yet another drink as the zombie waiter walked over to collect his empty cup. Zombies didn't eat brains unless they were hungery so keep them fed and they make very good workers. Not to mention good fighters. The thing picked his glass up then moved on. He nervosly needed the grip of his sword not looking around much. It had been a while since he had a paying client and it was getting harder and harder to feed him and Nexis.