Quietly slipping through the streets Drakkan pondered what on earth would he do now. Smiling, though no one could see it under his mask, he felt the slight touch of coins in his pouch as he strolled through the town. Sure he had taken what he deemed was his fair share of pay before even asking the captain, but such was life. It had been four weeks since he had been paid anything for his services, yet his former captain expected him to continue to put forth the hard work time and time again? How could she be so greedy and selfish.<br/><br/>No. He knew she would deny him his pay once more, so he decided it was his right to take what he had earned and simply leave from such a despicable environment. As his pouch lightly swayed and smacked against his thigh, Drakkan looked up and saw the sign to what seemed to be one of the towns numerous taverns: The Good Fortune. Shrugging to himself he slipped in and scanned around for a dark corner to sit in. Soon his ex-crew would be after him once his former captain had found out what he had done to her. No matter, he knew his potential and none of them were a threat.