Fehade hated it here. He hated small towns, where less havoc could be played, but it would do, and he didn't really feel like tormenting someone at the moment. He had been traveling for a very long time, and wanted some rest for a while. He supposed others of evil wouldn't really want to rest, they would probably want to cause more havoc everywhere. But he supposed he was different. Yes, he was evil and most of the time cruel, and never being kind or anything, but he didn't like to always ruin every day by running from guards, it could get a little tiring, but he always went back to kill something. He supposed some killing relieved his anger, and stress, even if he didn't have much to be stressed about, sides from the fact that he had to look for his sisters, as was ordered to by his blasted father. But he decided to follow that, even if it was his father who had whipped Fehade about betraying the family. But he had asked for it then, saving his aasimar half-sister, and that ruined him for a while, until he left that place, and made a home around this place, even if it was just running about, and killing and all that.
He wandered around the small roads of the village. Night had fallen, and it was dark, he couldn't really see where he was going most of the time, for the sky was cloudy, and therefore, no moon or stars to help guide him, and he never did see to well in the dark, he didn't know why.
His cloak hood was up, and the cloak wrapped about him. His blood red eyes were barely visible under it, as they were always dark, only getting bright whenever he killed something, but since it had been a while since he last did, they were dim, and dull looking.
He flexed his hands under his cloak, then one grasped his katana, in a comforting way, as he walked towards the Kaima Inn. When he reached the door, he opened it and walked slowly into the room, as outside just started to snow. He shivered. He despised snow, it got in the way with things. But he went into the warm, small room, and went to a counter where a man stood.
"I'd like a room for the night." Fehade said, and handed the man a couple coins. The man told him the number of the room, and gave him a small key for the room. He walked into the lobby, just to look around a moment. In there, there were a few people, not many, but that didn't matter, he could care less about how many fools were in there. He glanced at a small empty table, and walked over to it. He sat down, and pulled out a piece of old paper, that had many small rips in it. He put in on the table, studied it a while. It was a letter, from Mara. He was quite amazed she still considered him a friend, after he tried to kill her, but unsuccessful. He was happy he didn't have to.
He read the letter swiftly, before he tucked it away into a pouch that hung at his side, then brought out a different paper, a small map, looked at the map. The ink barely showed on this obviously older paper. It was hard for him to see it. He mumbled something under his breath, that no one could hear. Then, he slipped the small map back into the pouch again, and then just leaned back, and closed his eyes a moment, thinking. Mara had gone into hiding, she had said someone else was trying to kill her. She asked if he knew who it was. He would have to find her, and then talk to her. His eyes opened again and scanned everyone in the small room.