<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Outside the Singing Donkey&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Ureck takes a quick glance up and down the somewhat narrow alleyway (Only about ten foot wide), noticing noone waiting in ambush. It was not uncommon for thugs to wait in the alleyways near Taverns, eager to mug - and devour - whatever unfortunate individual might have had a little too much to drink, and were brave enough to make the attempt to stumble home that night. The impaired judgement and motor abilities made them easy prey - though the alcohol normally made their flavor a little bit lacking. Still, a squirming belly was a squirming belly...and right now, that was what most seemed to care about.<br/><br/>His movements down the alleyway are silent as a shadow, the outline of his body only visible, it seems, when he steps through the light that was filtering out from the Kitchen window. Unfortunantly for him....he never looked inside to discover that his current course through the back-alleyways was likely not the best choice. ((Spot check failed))<br/><br/>The delicious aroma of cooking food wafts from the back of the tavern, as does the faint, sour odor of refuse - whatever could not be used in cooking was tossed outside, where it rotted, or some of the vermin - both sentient and not - that roamed the streets would gobble it down. Normally, the scent would have been overwhelming...but not a great deal of food was cooked during these hard time. What little DID get cooked...was growing smaller and smaller by the day.<br/><br/>Ureck rounds the corner of the rear of the building. Unfortunantly for him, he did it at the worst time possible ((Hide/Movesilently check failed)). He manages to stumble right upon a scene that could not have possibly been good for his health. The back door was open, allowing more of that delicious aroma to flood into the streets. Normally, the door was kept locked, for obvious reasons. Though, it would have been somewhat easy to hide in the alleyway, and wait on him to either open the door to dispose of something...or, simply pick the lock, if one had the ability. Over the noise of the kitchen, it would likely be unnoticed.<br/><br/>Standing at the back door, peering inside at the relativly crowded Kitchen, was a decidedly female Coyote, a male Nekojin, and what looked to be a male gnoll. A quick glance inside revealed two more individuals, plus the cook. It did not look like things were going well for the poor Cheetah, as - at the moment - he was half-stuffed down the throat of a male leopard, whilst his companion, a decidedly busty female teifling, looked on in a mixture of lust and amazement. Ureck can see every little detail in the throat of the male Leopard-folk...the faint outlines of the cook's body as he squirmed and faught, the bulge that was slowly travelling deeper and deeper into the belly of his predator...what would likely be his final trip...<br/><br/>Yet, Ureck didn't really have the time to admire the situation. The second he rounds the corner, all three individual at the back door turn to face him.<br/><br/>The coyoto was decidedly exotic, and had her fur not been in such disarray, she might have been quite beautiful. As it was, it didn't look like she'd combed a part of her in a month. Her armor was relativly light, consisting of little more than a ratty old leather breastplate that looked likt it had seen better days, and her only weapon was a thin rapier held at her side...which she immediently begins to go for "Frena? Looks like we've got a bit o' company..." She calls inside quietly. A female voice - likely the Teifling's, whispers back from within "Take care of it. I'm busy." A little droplet of drool slides from the side of the skinny Coyote-female's mouth as she begins to draw her weapon "Gladly...i call dibs on this one, boys."<br/><br/>The Nekojin was a mess. Scarred. Missing one eye. Burn marks all over his body. It was pretty apparant that he'd either been in a fire, or seen the inside of a stomach more than once. Amazingly enough, he was still alive after the encounters. His armor was a little bit more heavy - a burnished breastplate and leggings, along with a small shield that hung by a strap at his waist. His weapon - a wickedly curved scimitar - was already drawn "Oh, really? Fine. He fills your belly. But i get my choice of the ones inside."<br/><br/>The gnoll turns silently, a wicked grin on his muzzle. He...well, he looked strong. The corded muscle only barely hidden beneath his tawny fur flexed as he reached behind him, preparing to draw his greataxe - then, he seems to think better of it. He wore no armor to speak of, and only had a few missing patches of fur where a blade had bitten, and the scar prevented the regrowth of that fur. His voice, surprizingly squeaky given his size, accents the evil grin on his face "Y'can bloody have him over my dead body. AND i'm getting my choice inside." He cackles a Hyena-like laugh.<br/><br/><br/>((If Ureck intends to run, or do anything but talk...It is Initiative time. However, there is no surprize round, and he will likely be given just a few seconds to try and talk his way out of his rather dire situation. So, according to choices, roll initative...or...whatever you intend to do. >:3 ))