Razlent's tavern <open ic>

"Hmm, might as well. give me the strongest drink you serve." zarcon said as he sat on one of the barstools, and reached into his pocket pulling out a bag. "how much do you charge per night?"

A young mage strode into the inn. His keen eyes searching the scene before him. It wasn't too crowded, that was true, at least he wouldn't be disturbed. He leaned wearily on his staff, his long black robe trailing to the ground behind him and his hood high up around his ears. The mage had a commanding presence, and wasn't in the mood for idle chit-chat.
"Inn keeper," He barked, "Get me a wine, and be quick about it." Moving to a table as far away from the other customers as possible, he slumped down in a chair. Waiting for his wine, the mage surveyed the inn, a sneer plain on his face. He would hide here for a time... and then move on.