(No need to be sorry. That was great back story for your character. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.)<br/><br/>"As you wish. This talking helped speed this walk up more than I expected." The man continued leading Shamus through the tunnel before coming to a make shift ladder, with light shining from above on their dark existence in the sewers. "Well this should be where we get off unless someone else made a piece of crap ladder like this one. I'm going to have to kill Keleon later for not doing a proper job." A loud roar filled the tunnel again and the man froze looking down the deep tunnel. "Well it would seem I have another guest. Shamus you can head up the ladder. You'll be in my back room, so be careful not to touch anything dangerous. Once you leave the room you'll find the main room and outside of that to your right, the room next door is my work shop. See if you like something there that you can use and if not I'll take you to the junkyard later." The man bent down taking the violin case off and opening the custom made violin. It was altered to have both acoustic and electric strings, with it's own amp on the inside to promote the sound. It had 14 strings on it,more resembling a viola de amor. "Oh and I'm sorry about the mess up there. What can you expect from living in the ghettos right?"<br/><br/>The orb hit the pirate captain straight on the head causing her to almost fall back. She stumbled backwards,her hand on her head still holding the sword towards Akamu, but now farther off,out of range of the sword. "Ow! That hurt you cheating bum! I knew you couldn't be trusted." The Captain rubbed her head from the bruise. "You better not have given me a concussion."<br/><br/>The window in the room looked out into the city, with not much of a view except for seeing the side of a building and the Restless that roamed among the street. Every once in a while a Saint could be seen jumping over the roofs laughing to themselves or others that may be lurking around. The groaning and laughing came through the open window, which hadn't been closed when the hotel was being locked down. Someone must not have done their job.