The Searching Assassin (closed)

[Antonio (dead)]

Dormev. Das Dorf. The Dwarves. Antonio didn't know what he was thinking. How could he possibly hope to come here and be welcomed? He was an elf - a might young elf at that, and the Dwarves didn't like elves.

Still, Antonio had head nothing of the Hashashins in Adenwar, so he traveled to Lebonwaith. After staying there for two months, he left, with barely any more information. Now he was in Dormev.

Dormev, Antonio thought. Of all the places to be.... Dormev... He walked down the well lit streets. Being under the mountain, the streets were lit by the Dwarven torches. Enchanted torches. Torches that burned forever. Antonio didn't like them. He walked down the street in search of an inn or tavern.

[Antonio (dead)]

Antonio finally found an inn and entered. The Braided Beard, it was called. It was dwarf sized and he, being a tall elf, had to stoop over to enter. The dwarves inside gave him dark looks. He sat down at the end of the bar and ordered a mug of Dwarven Mead. He looked out across the tavern to see if there was anyone else who stood out from the crowd of ruddy dwarves.

[Antonio (dead)]

Seeing no one, Antonio turned to his mug of mead. He wasn't much of a drinker, but the hot drink warmed him. He emptied the mug and set it down. The dwarf came over.
[beige]"You'll be wanting another, I suppose?"[/beige] he said reaching for the glass.
Antonio pulled the glass closer to him. "No, I am fine. Thank you."
The dwarf looked at him and turned to leave. [beige]"Elves... They can't hold down our Dwarven Ale,"[/beige] he muttered, chuckling.
Antonio ignored him, staring into the mug. Where were the Assassins? He was almost hoping they would come find him. Apparently not. Well, he would find them, then.
Antonio rose from his chair at the counter and strode out of the Dwarf Tavern.
*exit*