Life has been good for our man whore of a Red Mage, traveling the land womanizing and man-whoring and womanizing even harder than no other mortal has womanized before. Taking the art to a whole new level of debaucheries and excess, as mere tavern girls can barely sate his lust for the female flesh. No indeed, the thrill of the hunt isn't in the prize at the end but the challenge of the hunt itself. The Crimson Falcon goes from town to town, finding and wooing the most coldest of girls, or lesbians, and/or bitchy lesbians.<br/><br/>Which brings our man slut to the town of Praven, a rather large town nestled against the river Ghuli. Traveling to the town via magical horse, since walking from place to place is for peasants and people without class and style. That and it saves his crimson robes from the stain of the dirt from the road, that along with plenty of magical cleaning. The traffic on the road is rather light coming up to the gate, with various townsfolk coming and going, with the occasional girl looking up at wonder at someone so gaudy as to wear nothing but bright red with a flamboyant red hat with a white feather.<br/><br/>Entering the town is simple enough, just a curt nod and a sparkling smile to the guards as the inside of the town is paved with stones and townsfolk all over the place, either coming or going, with there being a small market off to the left. Various buildings of various heights near the gate show off in the distance, with three roads branching off into different directions.<br/><br/><br/><br/>