Auric moves from the shadows of the sewers, approaching the shack of an inn that he had spotted the paladin and his companion walking into. He latches his axe onto a leather strap across his back, slithering into the crowded inn. His presence gives everyone in the immediate vicinity a chill down their backs, his lifeless eyes seer around the room, seeking an empty chair, and finally finding one across from the entrance. He sits down calmly, and watches the commoners of the slums move about inside the inn's lobby. He reaches into a small sack hanging down from a chain on his leggards, he pulls out small flask and sips from it. Closing his eyes for a moment, he savors the drink before placing its cap onto it and stowing it back into his storage. He looks around the room with a blank look, leaning back comfortably.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>