[h3][b][color=00a651]Shux[/color][/b] - [i]Somewhere on the streets of Maceron[/i][/h3]
The day was not at all going as expected. Shux was walking through the streets of Maceron, his head down, in his thoughts cursing the wights for causing him this much trouble. Today was supposed to be a good day, one that would have made him even richer than he already was. The reason he had arrived in Maceron a week ago was simple: his newest concerto was supposed to premiere in the city. Shux had composed 12 brand-new songs and melodies that were sure to make the ladies’ hearts melt and the coins come rolling in. However, the city had been put into a state of alarm, and as a measure to prevent any incidents, major gatherings had been cancelled…which meant his concerto was not going to premiere today. Or at all for that matter.

The Satyr could not remember the last time he had been this upset. Life was usually fun for the laid-back, little-caring Bard, but having his concerto cancelled was too much. What was he supposed to do now? He had little interest in staying in Maceron, on the other hand, he had no plans to speak of. Shux was supposed to be performing for the next month in this city, a plan that did not look like it would pan out. [color=00a651][i]I need a drink[/i][/color]; he thought to himself, being this angry caused his throat to dry up. A nice cup of wine might lighten his mood, although he would need a lot of it to improve his view on the current state of affairs. Shux recalled the location of a tavern nearby. Nothing fancy, as far as he could remember, but it would get the job done.

A few streets later he finally arrived at the Unicorn’s Respite. It didn’t appear to have changed much, but as long as they had some wine, Shux was not going to complain. The Satyr entered the little building, and was greeted by the usual noise and smell that one encountered in places like this. He hoped to go unrecognized, as his current mood was not the best to deal with annoying fans. All he wanted was some alcohol and time alone. He decided to sit down at the counter, and proceeded to order a whole bottle and a cup. Their selection was limited, and they did not carry his favorite vintage, but oh well. As he poured his first cup, the Bard took a look around, observing the patrons that had gathered.

Most of them were simple peasants and travelers, although there were numerous people that looked like warriors. Probably came to Maceron to fight the wights, hoping to make a name for themselves and looking to be rewarded for their heroic deeds. How pathetic. Shux chuckled to himself at the irony of life. While others risked their life for gold and country, he got to sit in a comfortable chair, write about all these deeds without being ever in danger himself, and the money he made from his songs was more than any treasure one of these “heroes” could ever hope to find or earn. Oh well, not everyone got to be as lucky as him. 

When Shux emptied his 4th cup, his mood started to get slightly better. His concerto would have to wait, but why not enjoy himself in the meantime? In times like these, people tended to try and forget their troubles with drinks and songs, a solution that didn’t even sound half that bad. His train of thought was interrupted as an agitated human entered the tavern.

"Everyone, the statue of the king has come to life! And the knights are fighting the wights! You have to come and see, help...run, quick!"

The annoucement brought a lot of commotion with it. The travelling knights packed their stuff and ran off, some townfolk joined them as well. Shux glanced at the bottle, it was about one third full. He sighed, unsure if he wanted to follow the pack and spectate or stay here and enjoy the quiet.