Tak yawned, throughly bored with the entire fiasco. He had hoped there might be some action to be had, but alas it was not in the cards for him tonight. Sighing lustily, the last of his passion swept away like a midsummer breeze, he about-faced and started sauntering towards the tavern. Crunching the leaves and underbrush beneath his boots, making no attempts to be silent now, he re-entered the town shuffling across the dirty cobblestones back towards his room for the night.*
"Oh well," he grumbled, "at least I can drink a bit more before tucking in."
Entering the same damned noisy, smelly common room, Tak threw the tavernmaster a Gold Mark, grabbed a cask of mead from the well and calmly walked to his room.
"Ah, excuse me sir?" the tavern master asked nervously, "the girl you requested is in your room already, I sent her up just a few minutes ago."
A feral grin found Tak's face.
*Ah yes, the girl, of course how could I forget my dessert...*
His face still holding that same wide gleeming grin, Tak walked with renewed energy towards his room for a late night snack. He'd have to leave this shabby town after tonight for his actions, but oh well, mercenaries always move around leaving a trail of blood. Nobody will mind another dead one in a ****ty little tavern like this one....
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