It was on a cold night that I found myself wandering down the pitch black alleys, lit by the moon and nothing else. While this place seemed scary to some, I had been in these kinds of places my whole life. It might be attractive to have sex with beautiful women and give into sinful behavior, but the La Cebaa was always lurking. Known as the Sinning Beast, it devoured those with black hearts and spit them out. One of the main reasons no one ever came down here. I was currently carrying several pre-made boxed lunches made from the monster meat. It was a goat like creature and it’s meat was akin to a tenderer lamb.
Stepping over a cold corpse, my foot kicked away the knife that slashed at my ankles. With another sharp stomp to his head, the fake corpse became a real one, brains smashed terribly. Whistling, the oddly brutal man was dressed in flowing black robes, satin. I wore a straw hat on my head and loose red silk pants. Black shoes finished out a polished and dangerous appearance. The robe was in tatters at the edges, worn and beaten in, though ever shiny. The bamboo backpack was pulled up as I pushed open two swinging wooden doors. It was empty tonight because I wasn’t open. Some people tried to break in but everything was warded with runic seals.
You learn things on good travels. That was why seeing her stumble in as the lights turned on gave me goosebumps. Shivering, the dark sensation of being dragged into something dangerous hit my senses. For one, she was extremely beautiful, to the point it was clear she had a special lineage. Cursing my luck, I state firmly “Miss, we’re closed for the night.” She looked ragged, cut and bruised up. But it wasn’t my business. I’m done fighting! Still… she seemed to be in need and with an angry grumble, he told her to sit down. Soon, he came out with a small notepad and laid down a menu “What’ll it be?” The Inn was comprised of the Dinning Hall, where they were now. As well as a Housing Section and a training ground
