Kendrick Ilseas wandered his way into town looking for a open inn. Bruised from recent encounters the hunter found his way into the seemingly only street with any light. Walking with a slight limp he trudged up the street to the inn. Gathering his wits before the entrance he stepped in and with a look of shock and disgust he glanced at the debauchery happening in the corner oposite of the door. Making his way to a table he sits and mutters about public decency and how intresting the establishment seems to be. Pulling his heavily worn and visibly filled purse off of his belt he opens the purse to pull out several gold coins. Waiting for a waitress, Kendrick leans back in the chair glancing around the room for the next threat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>