Jonah opened his eyes, seeing dark wooden rafters above him. He was lying on a bed, fully clothed. His sword was standing neatly in the corner, next to his boots. wasting no time he stodd up, swung his sword across his back and tied up his boots. He quickly searched the room, only finding a small, worn key and a small sum of silver coins.

Opening the door, he walked into a small corridor, two other doors around him and a staircase to his left. Leaving the door slightly ajar he walked downstairs, where there seemed to be a hive of drunken activity.

Sure enough he was right, the downstairs of the establishment dimly lit and swathe din smoke. Breathing had an intoxicating effect, so man different substances drifting around him. Tables were full of drunken men singing songs of revelry, while tipsy women made moves on the more sober punters.

Though the thick haze of smoke was present, his red eyes fought through it easily, his vision only slightly impaired by it. It was a place of squalid morales this inn, young women dressed in scanty clothing, a blue female with short spikey hair dancing in ways pleasing to the eyes while men of all walks of life behaved in ways that would shame their fathers.

"Bartender!" called Jonah over the noise of the room. "One beer please!"

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Awesome Sig by Liah

BA Character: Jonah