http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13317<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/tZnFT2Z.jpg)</div></div><br/>I begin my stroll through the town on my pompous horse waving at all the sluts and whores that are far too beneath me as I head through the city of Praven. I am the Crimson Falcon, the Red Mage, cloaked in red clothing as my white hair blows through the breeze. My red clothes standing out too the peasantry as I travel through the town. Traveling passed the market place, I travel down the road with the best pavement, and richest looking buildings.<br/><br/>I casually cast a rose too a random women passing-by. Making it appear to come out of thin air. Naturally it is but simple Parlor tricks,  but a favorite one of mine non of the less. I wait until I see a grand establishment of a Tavarn, not any cheap piss hole for me. I stand with the most pompous of poses, my hair blowing as I tip my hat. I adjust my cloak and head inside.