[Darker Angorian]

Timestamp: Dianara, 6th of Optia, Summer of Era XII in the Age of Darkening

The unfamiliar smell of other races filled Darker's nose, he had heard talk around town that the crown was the place to go and enjoy yourself, meet new people, and drink good ale. So this is were he found himself now.

He had heard that all roads in the empire lead to Prime, and that all roads in Prime lead to the Crown, so after half a brightenings wandering and exploring the city, he ended up in front of a building with a crown on a sign outside it. Walking through the door he saw striking blonde woman sitting at the door. She looked genuinely friendly, but it was obvious that there were occasionally miscreants standing before her. Darker nodded to her has he entered.

His cloak hung closely around him, the shadow of his hood covered his face. The bar regulars obviously regularly saw this kind of stranger because he just walked to the bar unchallenged and unnoticed and ordered a glass of Fireside Inn Pale Ale at 5gc. He took a deep drink of it. The bubbles tickled the back of his throat and went up the back of his nose, where it tickled.

In fact, it tickled a lot..."ATCHOOOOOOO"

Now everyone was staring at him. His hand shot up to his head, his cloak hood had slipped down. The sound had suddenly completely stopped, apart from slight rustling.

"Excuse me" said Darker hopefully