Snippet #1165650

Rowen was now in the streets, headed for the bar he had spent his time in earlier. He puffed on a freshly lit cigarette quietly. His wings were folded up and he was busy thinking about all that he knew so far. Three visitors... Rumors of the Missing Prince... Bandit Attack... He just repeatedly thought these things, and replayed the scenes of the bandit attack over and over again. "This is so irritating..." He sighed, as he turned the corner to the street the bar was on. He walked to it slowly and pushed open the door.

Needless to say the barkeep was annoyed with his return. "You gonna order somethin' this time?" He asked Rowen as he took a seat at the bar.

Rowen looked up slowly. "Yea, water." He said with a slight grin. This only further irritated the barkeep, but he kept his mouth shut. It'd be bad for business if he started a fight with one of his patrons. Rowen drank the water slowly, it was cold and relaxing. His day had been much more lively than it had been for some time. He was just glad to relax a bit, but something told him that relaxation was going to be hard to come by in the near future. He rubbed his eyes boredly. It was getting late and he was getting tired.