[@Simple Unicycle]

There was blood. That was the first thing Connor saw. Though not an especially large amount, it was still a decent size as far as blood stains go, as though someone had made a swift and precise slash to the skin, letting it splatter onto the wall as though to show their prize. Sheil, as expected, was nowhere to be found within the room. The scorching hot shower, likely using the help of magic, was still running, mixing with the fresh blood as it drips to the floor, turning the water to a translucent shade of pink. There were obvious signs of struggle, however it was only in small amounts. Aside from the blood, the cracked shower window and the hotel's shower products scattered over the floor, it looks mostly the same. Strangely enough, the window wasn't open, either...

The shouting below had ceased, at least for the moment. One could swear they heard the sound of Riz down there, somewhere. Just what was going on?

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[@BytheSpleen]

The man is old, but appears kind. Judging by his attire, he seems to be a farmer, though what he farms is up for debate. "Hmm? Oh, an outsider? You'll probably want the place where they sleep at night, huh?" He laughs, as though an untold joke had just been mentioned. Somehow. "There are two inns here: the Moonlight and Daylight Inns. One's owned by one of us, a night-walker - the other is owned by his little brother, who likes sunshine. You're going to want the Moonlight Inn. Can't miss it; there's a big crescent moon on the front, so you shouldn't be wandering too far. If it's any help, they're both on opposite sides at the centre of town." The farmer points in the direction of the centre of town and nods. "No need to thank me, just stay safe!" He chuckles and turns, walking away...

Well, now he had a place to go - a place to stay.

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[@Claw2k11]

"That is none of my concern." Maryvale states simply, staring straight at the wielder of Darkstalker, feeling confidence well in her slightly. However, she wouldn't let her confidence consume her. A level head was key to success in a battle - that was the first thing her teacher, the Grand Marshal of the Human Kingdom, taught her. "I find your misuse of the Universal Blade pathetic, Midnight the Eternal. To think, such a renowned being such as yourself for the deaths of many be concerned with a thing such as balance is pathetic - a disgrace to the wielders of Universal Blades. Unless, of course, you're lying."

She grins from beneath her helmet. Tormenting those who seemed so much stronger than herself never ceased to satisfy. "Or maybe you're scared? Has Darkstalker's power frightened you, Midnight? Hmph. To be afraid is foolish, too, you know. Just like your perceptions on 'balance'. If things were truly balanced, do you think we'd be standing here right now? Would these blades even exist at all? Keeping such a thing around is pointless, as equality and opportunity should only be given to those who've earned it or are gifted with potential. Slavery, crime, even death in it's most basic form is an act against equality. The only place equality truly exists is The Void, where nothing exists in the first place."

"Now, if you're done making yourself look like a damned fool, please, make this easier for all of us and hand over Darkstalker. Otherwise, we'll be taking it from you." She warns.

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"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll be holding onto the almighty toothpick awhile longer, thanks." The Orc replies with a grin. He was starting to act... different from just a second ago. It was quite possible he was in the midst of developing mental fracturing: an insane state of sorts where the wielder displays no sense of logic or reason, and grows an unnaturally high level of violent behavior. 

After all, the Watcher had already seen this happen before to a friend, a little over two years ago. Though, in all technicality, he already was insane to begin with...