...I've heard enough of your business proposals from yesterday when you talked my ear up about nothing. Now do you want something to drink or what!"
*Sigh* "Yea ale." Malifus slaps some coin down and grabs his drink. He starts walking away because the stools were too tall for him. *Sips* "Wait...
...for the night. As a breeze pushed by his face, he took in a deep breath. This was the only way he could get a smell other than death and decay.
*Gunfire*
He looks towards the northern town and hears and sees gunfire. Loud bangs deafened by distance and bright flashes in a red city...