Cherrywood. Driskoll had thought it rather too innocent for his tastes when he first heard of it, but he had been assured numerous times that it was well worth a visit. Eventually he'd decided to go, and now, here he was. He made a face, thinking for a moment on what he was going to do to the 'friend' that had insisted on his journey. The place looked more innocent than a virginal priest. The thought that it was perhaps too innocent crossed his mind, but he was in no mood to entertain the thought. He was tired from his travels, and he needed a drink. He rode his horse towards what appeared to be an inn, tying it's reins securely before heading in.<br/><br/>"Hm, maybe I won't kill him then." The facade of innocence dropped like a whore's clothing the moment he stepped inside, and he breathed in the corruption like a breath of fresh air. He slipped inside, confidence seeping back into his posture. He went to order himself a drink, then found himself a seat. He would find out what there was to know about the village, where to have fun, where to make money... Everything important. He would go on from there, though perhaps after a good rest. Riding a horse all day was not good for the areas between one's legs.