He crept around the dead blackness of the deserted underbelly of the inn. Seems as if the comotion scared away it's big burly crowd. He was alone, yet we clang to the shadows. Blowing out the candles and lanterns that lit the way. As the blackness serounded everything, his elven eyes lit up, a glow of green and yellow. A sneer snuck across his face. It was almost done. The rook had captured the queen, and the bishop had cornered the king, it was all a matter of time... He ce across a small pouch of coins, and it seemed to be filled to the seems with gold coins. "pawn 3 to checkmate..." he said aloud. He would offer it to the couple up top. But this alone. There was more to the underground ring then just some petty gold and some pathetic weaponry.... And he knew were to look...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>