Location: Perdition Nightclub<br/>Time range: 9:50 till closing time<br/><br/>Glade shambled through the doors smelling of freshly dug graveyard soil and muttering something about why the living choose to bury a guy while he is thinking. Then again he was rather dead looking being a Revenant, but it was no excuse to be buried while somewhat alive. He had ventured from the nearby cemetery and rarely appeared in the perdition except for when he didn't feel like walking to his usual hang outs.<br/><br/>He walked over to the bar placing a vial and a rather large amount of gold probably the perfect amount for a rather strong drink"The usual and is it okay if I put up a few fliers?" Asked Glade as he placed two different fliers onto the counter one that spoke of assassins the other was mercenaries, but only the mercenary one spoke of Glade the other spoke of someone with a different name.<br/><br/>He took a seat and awaited an answer and his order.