Shadlin hops down from the gangplank of the boat he had hired to bring him here. Undermountain. It was a city of many thing, maybe he could bring peace to someone. Regardless, it was the journey that mattered, not that he willed himself to do good. That would come naturally on its own. He walked calmly confidently. He paid no more mind to the well armed guards than he paid to the civilians on the street. Weapons did not impress him. They were merely tools, and he kept his with him at all times.<br/><br/>The sailors had suggested to him that he should stay at the Yawning Portal Inn. It was one of the cheaper places in town. Though a roof was not required, the guards might see him as a vagrant... he had had trouble with that law a few town ago. The lacquered wooden beads of his prayer necklace clacked as his arms swung with the rhythm of his stride.<br/><br/>The inn was not hard to find, it was a fairly common fixture. The people he'd asked seem more interested in staring at him and his apparent strangeness than the so-called famous inn.<br/><br/>He walked through the door and stood away from the crowd. He didn't know if he would need a room yet, and with his limited funds he found it wise not to spend money needlessly. If it came to it, Shadlin was sure he could do without so many little pieces of metal. It was good to have a reprieve from the hustle of the urban city outside.