Gold. It was the only thing Samaca could think about as he entered Ondolond. mearchants and traders were everywhere and if he wanted anything he would need gold ... or a job to get some. As he thought of this he knew to get a job he would have to find a pub.

After walking for awhile Samaca heard music and went to investigate. Once he got infront of the place where the music was coming from and read the sign that said "PUB" he knew he was at the right place. He enterned the pub quietly not to attract any attention, he also did not lower his hood there was no point no-one knew him anyways. after looking around for a moment at all of the mercenarys and drunks he sat at the bar.

"Barkeep, get me a drink."

He said. the barkeep handed him his drink with a cold look in the eye. after the barkeeper had gone he stteled in his seat hoping to overhear a good conversation.

The man sat in silence at the bar, letting in all of the sounds of the music that played only feet away from him. He had been sent to Ondoland to kill someone for a client. What was their name again? He had forgotten, but the journey from Lomedor all the way through the grasslands and to this city was a long and treacherous one. He had been through the rain and the sun on foot. But… he had to remember the name of the man he had to kill or the journey would have been for naught. This was one of the only times he did not wear his mask which lay on the bar in front of him or even the hood that covered his messy hair most of the time.

He was fine with being seen here without them. It’s while he is hunting his prey that he wants to wear them. Nobody would recognize him here. Not even his father and grandparents who were somewhere nearby in the city going about their business would recognize this deathly man who they had known more than a decade ago. He just wasn’t the same any more. He was a killer now. For one time in his life he was forgetting the thoughts of his old life. He always felt like that when he had a beer in his system.

The door opened at the front of the bar, but he didn’t bother to look. It was a pub. People had been coming and going all afternoon as he enjoyed his many beers. Lothair looked up from his drink and turned his head as the newcomer got closer and looked around at the crowded bar. Another mercenary? He asked himself. I can’t blame them that they want money, but there are too many of them these days. Not like I’m any different.

“Barkeep, get me a drink.” The man said as he took a seat next to Lothair, who narrowed his eyes at the man as he watched the man’s every movement. He looked away to get another swig of his beer, feeling the still cool beverage flow down in his body. He might have been dead, but he still needed to eat and drink. Especially beer.

“Hello.” He began as he faced the man again. “Looking for work, hm? I’m on a job at the moment myself. I don’t know what for really. That doesn’t really matter though. I could find work here instead. What’s your name by the way stranger? I’m…” He didn’t want to tell the man his name. What would it hurt though? “Lothair. I’m a… a bounty hunter.”