"What a disgusting place...I suppose it will have to do." The man mutters under his breath, his sharp blue eyes surveying the dingy wooden tavern he found himself in. It was dimly lit, the windows letting out the red tinge of sunset. He seemed to be the only person in this...establishment, the other small wooden tables and chairs vacant of any occupants. Moving a small strand of his black bangs out of his face, the elegantly dressed man who seemed so out of place in this decrepit pit, moved up to the bar, gently seating himself on a stool. The bald, lump of lard that was the bartender turned to him with a crooked smile, making the noble cringe inwardly in disgust. Cretin...What foul things these lower class beings are...Tch. I would not come here if I had no need of sustenance. His eyes narrowing slightly as he muses over what to drink. His nose wrinkles as he can smell the sweat and stench of the heavy bartender, his desire to begin traveling again only mounted by his need for food and drink.
" 'ut can I get fer ye, good ser?" The bartender asks, his deep voice kind and full of empathy. The noble paid it no mind, however, laying his ornate blade against the counter vertically. He glazed over the small, pathetic selection of drinks with an unimpressed huff. Reaching into his pouch and producing a few bits of silver, the well dressed man finally opens his mouth.
"Get me whichever swill you believe to be the finest in this...establishment. No less," Kain's chilly and dignified sounding voice commanded, the bartender looking upon the few silver coins with bulging eyes. He had most likely never set upon this much silver in his life, or someone who could spend such an amount so easily. It only took him a few seconds to find a bottle of the best wine and bring it to the single patron of the bar. The noble scoffed inwardly. What fools. Prancing about for only a mere sum of coins. How pathetic...His expression remained neutral as he poured himself a glass, not trusting the fool of a bartender to do so. Watching the red crimson liquid swirl as it filled his glass, the man noted how it was similar to the color of the sky, which had now began to nearly set. Soon it would be dark, and a dangerous place for any man to travel. There had been odd sightings lately, of evil men, thieves, and of worse things even. Things that most people would not dare imagine. He dismissed them as mere tales, wrought by the idiots who were too uneducated to think for themselves. Kain did however, know that there has been political unrest lately in this small country. He didn't care much; it needn't effect him. He was only a traveler, going wherever he felt. That was why he had started this trip in the first place; because he was bored of his small, stifling home town. That was months ago, however, and he was getting tired of being on the road. He figured he would find a nice inn to stay at for a couple days, rest from the harsh toils of his journey. This tavern was a...decent substitute, he figured, considering where he was. Out in the middle of nowhere, the forest reaching its branches to entrap unwary fools, this small place was adequate. Though, he mused, looking at the shabby woodwork and poor interior design, was no place to spend the night. He doubted a place this small would even have lodgings. Finishing his glass, the black haired man stood up, his lean frame towering over the pudgy bartender. He stared the man down, his voice harsh as he asked a question.
"You. Where would one find an inn in these parts?"
"Eh? Lemme think a mo'..." The man mutters, looking pensive. In a few seconds his face lights up, Kain's eyebrow twitching at the odd sight.
"Seein' as we're near Ziegsturhl, I reckon there ain't too much that would suit your perticuler tastes, my good ser." Kain could only nod at his response; he'd figured as much himself. Still it was better to try than forego doing nothing. Walking away from the bar, the nobleman grabs his sword and begins to leave the establishment, his footsteps making the hard floor creak. He'd had his fill of the wine, which was a disappointment and thought it was best for him to resume his travels. The night air was cool as it brushed past his face, his long black hair swaying in the breeze. Kain just grips the handle of his blade carefully, his senses on edge. He noticed something rustling in the brush, it's leaves shaking ominously in the darkness. It could just be an animal for all he knew, but 'twas better for him to be wary, he figured. The thought had only just left his stream of consciousness as he heard another sound coming from the forest surrounding the tavern, the distinct slink of metal leaving a scabbard putting him on his guard. He had no time to react however, as his opponent was much to fast for him to see, a blur in the dark of night. He felt his arm go slack at his side, pain racing through it as a sharp blade cut across his forearm. He could only watch in a mixture of surprise and horror as his own blood stained his expensive garb, the red liquid pooling on the dirt ground. The noble could only let out a surprised gurgle as he felt another blade stab into his rib cage, Kain's mouth erupting in a spray of blood from the damage to his internal organs. This would not stop the assault however, his body feeling cold as he lost the strength to stand, more pain lacing through him as their blades cut and stabbed him. He can no longer see, his vision blurry as his consciousness begins to falter, death rapidly approaching. His was able to think one thing before his mind shut down completely.
Bastards...I will have my vengeance!
