The light troding sound of Alex's horse slowly disappeared into a whisper.

He had traveled for miles without rest just so he was sure that he wasn't being followed by agents of The Fallen. Though their dark eye would eventually find him, his rift stone necklace should shield him for now.

Alex dismounted his horse and tied it to a nearby trough, where it dunked its head and began to drink its well deserved water. Alex, in his formal attire fit enough be pass as royalty entered the main entrance of the Raven, shocked by its state. His father's tales of this placed told of a grand taven where heroes met to speak of their adventures, not this slum that wasn't even fit enough to be classed as a brothel.

"What a trash heep." Alex exclaimed uncontrollably.