<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">As the sun rose, the day anew, a field was already decorated with corpses of a lowly Kingdom and its would be King who sought the death of this man simply because he cared to share a bed with the queen. A mighty fair looking lass, indeed, but certainly nothing to kill for “Rushing into battle blindly isn’t wise for humans” his voice crept out from underneath the darkness of his cloak, it dragged along the ground whilst he walked, hood pulled over. No features of his being known other than voice, a man’s voice – deep, strong, commanding. No taller than an average human certainly and looking no heavier than one “Your kind is too weak for battle – you should’ve stayed home with your bitch” he laughed, like thunder across the sky his voice carried. As he turned to leave, continue on his endless journey, he appeared within a room; a pub of sorts. Quick eye shifted about, milliseconds it took to take in all details of his place “What in the seven hells….”<br/><br/>It smelt nice, much too nice for this man who called the stench of death and blood and rotting flesh a normal. The smell of fresh fruits, clean air, and fresh alcohol burned his senses “Might as well enjoy myself” thinking out loud, his steps gave no insight to his true self. As he moved towards the bar were two other already enjoyed themselves it made little sound, the boards of the floor barely bending to his weight.  <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello sire and welcome to Leon's. We service to many and to none and far and few. please seat where you like and we will be with you shortly."</span> A voice rang out to the cloaked male who had already found himself a seat before the words. “Shut your trap, wench, and give me something to drink” quick to cut off the voice that welcomed him, displaying is true nature almost too soon but he thought not of it. It had been many nights since he had found any being alive or otherwise that could handle him so the flaunting of strength became second nature. Not long after this, seconds actually, a couple of bottles were set up before his concealed figure. As liquid would vanish into the darkness of his hood the voice of a female echoed from the corner of the room, her whaling caused a chuckle from the male after putting the bottle down “A whore who thinks herself of the same level as men; how gut wrenching” he commented, his voice loud enough even those outside would hear. Finishing off the bottle in hand before shifting his hidden gaze to the female.</span></div>