Summer in Sunwatch was  a breathtaking. The sky was clear with wisps of white ribbon floating lazily on by as the lilies and daisies bloomed below. It was picturesque, something you'd commission for a loved one. Truly, whoever owned this apartment must have been paying a pretty penny for the privilege of living with such a view. Vik'trzix, Viktor for short, smiled as he gazed out the windowsill and took in another deep breath. A pleasured sigh escaped his lips along with a thin trail of smoke. Shrugging on a loosely fitted white shirt over some simple pants he looked over at the bed to see the heavenly shape of last night's entertainment. Lucky girl to be living in such a nice house. She stirred, sleepily feeling for her husband. As she turned over, she found that she was alone. He must have gone down for breakfast.<br/><br/><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px"><div style="padding-left: 30px">________________________________​</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br/>On the north side of the hill, in a large and bustling inn Viktor found himself plucking at the strings of a guitar absentmindedly as he conversed with an increasingly loud patron by the name of Bill. The inn was loud and full of tradesmen, apparently there had been an earthquake some weeks back and many of their wagons had sustained damage leaving them stranded here until repairs could be made. Needless to say, the local carpenters were flooded with orders and the merchants were beginning to get irate. The innkeeper though was absolutely thrilled with having one of his biggest annual payoffs extended an extra two weeks. He had grown very liberal with the amount of free stew and beers he was throwing around with all the coin being dropped into his lap.<br/><br/>"...but yeah let me tell you though...*hic*....these Sunwatch gals are to die for! I love coming back here, even if its as hot as an angel's ass crack in the afternoon...", droned on Bill as he downed yet another drink. Viktor was bored and, while Bill had some interesting things to say about some search party and a missing girl, the rest was just drunken peacocking. Waving for one of the dancers to come over and entertain Bill with a gesture and some coin, Viktor took his leave of the hiccuping human and made his way to the stage. Cloaked with a rosy red vest over black pants and white undershirt, his hooves clopped on the floor, muted, sounding simply like hard shoes against the wooden floor. Stepping up the stairs, sitting down on the small stool, center stage he oozed a certain<i>presence </i>that attracted the eyes of the tables closest. While the inn was still loud, those near the stage had hushed as the foreigner adjusted his instrument. Looking up to meet some of their gazes, he let free a smile as he began to<a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O7Jeei6wv0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">strum</a>.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>