[Faded Hero]

Tak groggily opened his eyes, the sunlight streaming in thru the dusty shades igniting the particles of dust that hovered steadily in his room seeming to be a kind of floating fire in his bleary eyes. He stretched out long feeling the pull on his tightly corded muscles and was slightly shocked to feel something bump against his leg. He quickly rolled of the bed sending the sheets flying over his naked body in the fashion of a gigantic cape streaming out behind him so fluid and quick was the movement. He drew his sword from the scabbard right next to his bed and prepared to thrust it forward, until he caught what it was exactly that hit his leg.

The whore lay still, he body drained of blood but not enough to make it look as if she had been drunk dry. He smiled slightly at the remembrance of sweet, young blood dripping down his throat.

"Ah... I gotta get the hell outta here now...." he muttered to himself.

He quickly gathered his gear and clothes, and moved downstairs into the common room. He thew a bag of gold at the innkeeper and without a word, moved on into the streets outside. Breathing the fresh air outside, slightly befouled by the inn behind him. Remembering the chaos behind him upstairs he smiled slightly and moved on at a jaunty pace down the cobblestone road towards another town, to hopefully some sort of adventure that would break his perpetual boredom.