The street was alive with the daytime activities of Vien. Every now and again, a wave of excitement would crash on the rim of the Lac Long Quan arena. People were everywhere, going everywhere, and the hovercrafts overhead did nothing to aid the congested atmosphere.
Out through the door of The Hangover bustled a man swollen with liquor, cheerily thumping along his way. He didn't notice the cloaked fellow slip past, a scrawny form eyeballing the hectic street with a frown. After a moment, it wouldn't matter, for the mysterious man had disappeared into The Hangover.
Drunkenly he chortled as a Paladin walked past, then turned his head to sniff a scent drifting from a stall up the street a ways. The large door closed behind him unnoticed. He looked left, then right, stepped out into the crowd, and made his way towards whatever that smell was. It wasn't often one got to vacation off-world, and he was destined to make the most of it.