<strong>Name;</strong>Zam Sharrow<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Prancing Pony, Everesta<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Victoria Blaze, Mizuki Silverwing<br/><br/>"Wait!" The demand came with a frustrated grimace, as the shadows entwined around him. He saw a hand outstretched to grab him before he was completely enveloped. Zam sighed with relief as he fell through the nether, the vague impressions of walls and empty spaces drifting past him in a blur. He reappeared in the stairwell, just behind one of the PC's he'd seen in the bar before he went upstairs. Tendrils of shadow released him and twisted away to nothing.<br/><br/>His heart was pounding.<em>Stupid decision number one for today. Try not to make too many more, will you?</em>he admonished himself. Nearly getting himself brained with a bedpan for chasing after some pretty warrior woman was not meant to be so high on his list of priorities. And he had a clear half a minute - he could have lifted the sword at least and been long gone, with no need for any awkward and terrifying confrontation.<em>You're getting slow, Sharrow</em>.<br/><br/>He could think of no other PC he'd met (or, rather, seen - if he was on the ball, they didn't tend to notice him at all) that he hadn't cleaned out once he had the opportunity. He had no idea why he didn't do it this time. He grunted as he took a seat at the end of the bar in a corner, and slowly started weaving shadows around him. He didn't want to make it too sudden or anything; that would attract as much or more attention than if he just sat there. He pushed his hood back, flushed with adrenaline comedown; it was still during the day, so there was little point in it now. It would just draw the gaze. It only boosted his stealth at night anyway.<br/><br/>The PC table looked to be gearing up for a quest... presumably once everyone else was downstairs they'd be setting off. He was content to wait until then, all but invisible, and see if he couldn't sort his head out in the meantime.