(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br/><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br/>Current Race: Human<br/>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, Night<br/>Remaining Funds: 1200 dollars</strong><br/><br/>Michael scratched his head as he entered the tavern. It was quite spacious, not what he had expected at all. However the bar itself was also a lot smaller than he had anticipated.  He sighed and walked up to the counter, "Excuse me miss, how much for a room?" He said to the old woman at the counter. She looked up at him with a smile that could melt stone. She resonated with an aura of kindness, to be honest it creeped him out.<br/><br/>"Hello deary," She said greeting him as he aproached the booth "How long will you be staying with us?" Michael sighed at remembering just how long he would be staying here.<br/><br/>"A week," He said with a sigh.<br/><br/>"just a single than?" She asked rhetorically.<br/><br/>"yes"<br/><br/>"well our usual rates are 89.79 per night plus tax, and for 7 nights this brings us to 725 dollars and 9 cents. cash or credit?" she said with a smile. With reluctance he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet sliding over his credit card.<br/><br/>"Credit" He stood there leaning against the desk his headache was starting to form into a full blown migraine now. This was not a vacation he had hoped for, but he kept telling himself to make the best of it. He realized just how much he stood out from the rest of the people here. He was in a designer suit, with  his hair short and well kept. 'Yeah defiantly going to get mugged' He thought to himself, as he saw the sidelong stares from people within the tavern. He heard a voice as his attention was brought back to the woman holding his card out to him.<br/><br/>"Thank you sir," she said warmly "You room is Room 2" She said pointing at the key that had the engraved number two on it "It is up the flight of stairs and third door on your left," She nodded to him with that creepy smile of hers.<br/><br/>"Thank you" He said slipping the key into his pocket, grabbed his luggage, and headed up the wooden stairs to his room.<br/><br/>Within minutes he found himself at the bar ordering a beer. The stares of the room around him made him feel like he was wearing a stupid hat that he couldn't take off. He couldn't help but notice the art work, that was the furniture around him, stood out like a pacifist in the military. It was calming as he took in the room. He began to think about what would become of Coel, his famous book character, but the thought of work at the moment sent sheering pain into his head. He paid the 3.50 for the beer and started to drink it as if it was water. Perhaps in the morning he could take a look around the town and figure out exactly what it had to offer, but at the moment he felt very confident in drinking his troubles away. So he let himself disappear in the bottle and the music that played in the background. However trying to ignore his stomach growling wasn't working, when he remembered it had been 14 hours since he last had food. Within seconds his nose found it's way into the menu.<br/><br/><br/>