"I'm just looking for shelter for the night, I have coin!" A weary traveler pleaded with the guards at the city gate of Morranwick. He held up  a small leather coin pouch, lightly shaking it to prove its contents with sound. He was a man of average height wearing high boots over black pants, a light gray commoner shirt under a thin black leather breastplate of simple design, and a long hooded overcoat that reached down to his ankles. In a slight fit of frustration at the guards' unwavering stance he swiftly removed his hood revealing a gruff face, yet still young. His slightly messy cheek-length hair fell in front of his eyes, which were revealed to be light brown once the hair was brushed aside by his hand. This motion in turn caused his coat to open ever so slightly to reveal the hilt of a sword strapped to the left side of his waist. Its pommel was blackened and the handle was wrapped in black leather, accented by three silver studs in the middle of it. The length made it seem to be a long sword. It was enough to catch the guards attention.<br/><br/>"Well you're  certainly not coming in with that! Why are you armed?" The traveler simply looked on dumbfounded. "Why am I armed?" He mocked the guard. "Have you forgotten what age it is we waste our pathetic lives in? Swords and magic? That sort of thing? Maybe you noticed I'm not the only one running amok with a bloody sword strapped to my body? Oh, and never mind the fact that I have been traveling dangerous roads for weeks now!" In the midst of his rant something, or more so someone caught the travelers' attention in his peripheral. A perfect opportunity...<br/><br/>"Maybe I should ask you fools why you're armed? Its not like you're doing your job. Well, not good enough to notice that someone just hopped over your precious wall over there." The traveler pointed in the general direction of a person who leapt down from the wall. He landed expertly and was already on the move, clearly a man on a mission of sorts. Assassin maybe? It mattered not to the traveler, all that mattered was using this opportunity to gain access to the city. After all, a storm is coming...<br/><br/>The guards instantly went into a panic and began hustling around to give chase to the man who had undoubtedly already slipped their eyesight. The traveler attempted to walk past the one guard who had been giving him such a hard time but the guards arm lurched out and grabbed the travelers arm tightly. "And just where did you think you were going?" He demanded. The traveler glanced around quickly, noticing all the other guards were still scrambling. Then he lightly placed his hand on the guards' and smiled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over your screams of agony, come again?" And as the guard began to open his mouth the traveler simply shifted his weight and twisted the guards wrist swiftly, pulling him to ground and dislocating the shoulder. It happened so fast the guard didn't start screaming in pain until the traveler was already walking away. He turned back and began shouting himself, "Guard down! Somebody help this man!" He pointed vigorously at the downed guard and two others rushed to help him. With a simple bow, the traveler disappeared into the crowd and made his way through town.<br/><br/>There seemed to be quite alot of activity in town. Many were bustling through the streets and a sense of urgency hung heavily in the air. "Perhaps a drink will help lighten this atmosphere for me." The traveler said to himself. Continuing down the road he witnessed a curious encounter, the man he believed to have breached the wall by the guards earlier had outright attacked a man who was seemingly minding his own business. The duel was short and the both kept their lives as the young lad retreated from the battle, running past the traveler with a hefty shoulder bump. "Hmph....how rude" he spoke to himself again. "Well none of my business." And he began walking again towards the tavern. But then a shout from behind caught his attention.<br/><br/>"Find him! Or I'll break all of YOUR arms! Go!" With raised eyebrows, the traveler headed straight towards the apothecary, where he saw the other man rush back into after his surprise duel. "Perhaps I can make it my business , just this once." He rushed and opened the door, shutting it swiftly behind him. Calmly he walked further in, hearing conversation but not listening to it. The traveler peaked his head around the corner. "Ah, forgive me folks. I let myself in." He glanced at the man who had the duel. "I witnessed the attack on you. Horrible world we live in, aye? I just wanted to make sure everything....was...all..right..." his voice trailed as the shouts of the guards captain could be heard outside and the traveler peeked out back by the door. Seeing that the guards haven't barged in yet signified he was safe from them for now. He turned his attention back to the others in the room.<br/><br/>"Bah where are my manners, I am Arrus. Just a simple vagabond traveler. I do apologize for barging in but I promise I shall leave, shortly." He craned his neck at the door again and saw some of the guards run past. This was not how he hoped this day would go. He turned back to the others again, "Where's a good place to bunk for the night? Terrible storm coming and I'd rather not be caught in it."