Wrath, splitting away from the populace of the town walked towards a inn, though there were very few people inside, he wanted to try this ale he had been hearing so much in his travels, opening the door to find a few drunken men slerping in the corner whilst a few female humans had been laughing in anouther it was as if both parties were vying for attention. Wrath merely sat down looked to the bar tender and with a soothing yet cold voice ordered for a ale, his eyes peircing as if a dragon were his true nature. The bartender skittered to the side quickly pouring Wraths drinking and shakingly placed it infront of him, "The old mare...What a name..." A smirk was seen in the corner of his mouth as he took a light sip of the liquid infront of him. "Tastes like piss..." He pulled a discusted face, but he had already payed for it so he may as well finish it up.<br/><br/>"Where am I traveling to next..." Wrath pulled out a map with marked X's all over it, places where he found treasure? Killed people? Or landmarks maybe, it was unknown to an outsiders eye, what was clear however was that Wrath was on a trail for something, something of value.