It was a warm day, and all seemed peaceful. The sun was shining, the air was clear, and only a lazy cloud populated the sky. The Starbucks of the city of Vilar was moderately populated, with the most fuss being from a rowdy halfling youth attempting to pinch from the tip jar. Aside from that, all was fine as could be. A half-celestial lazily yawned as she lied back in her chair, nonchalantly dismissing the flirts streaming from a well-dressed gnome sitting across from her. A tiefling youth, dressed in rather punkish clothing, resided in the corner, attempting to look ominous and sinister as she drunk from a paper cup but winding up looking foolish. Perhaps most ominous of all was a old half-orc making his way to the counter, his cane and well-mannered approach pleasing the tired employee behind the counter. He seemed nice enough, but despite his manners, with him came a disquiet in the air, a static charge in the peaceful balance...<br/><br/><br/>OOC: Game start! Yes, I used a starbucks for my inn replacement. Shoot me, I'm bad at intros. Background info for those curious: Vilar is a minor city, mostly a connecting route from one town to the next. Of note, though, is that it is often a place for the thieves guild to test new recruits. Roll a knowledge check if you wish to know more. Also, posting will be sporadic for the next two weeks. Just warning you all.