An Issue To Sort

Leaving your room you began wandering the halls of this so called castle, if you could even call it that. It did look a whole lot nicer than just about every other building in Loner's Reach but it was far from fancy or well maintained like the castles of Sicilian or Rathkin. It still had it's fair share of somewhat gorgeous pieces of artwork in locations as well as carpets, rugs and silver or gold mugs, vases and torches.

You kept your exploration up, going into multiple rooms, walking around random hallways, meeting different warriors and thug-like bandits, even catching a hidden assailant in the corner of your eyes a few times. You were constantly watched, every step you took you could feel a set of eyes making sure you couldn't take a step anywhere without being noticed.

It seems that certain paths were either closed off or parts of the floor or walls were broken down, not allowing areas of the castle to be explored. The worst part was, as you were exploring the castle, minding your own business, part of you also felt you were getting lead to a certain area of the castle. Almost as if you were a sheep getting lead to the slaughter, but instead of turning around, you kept going.

Eventually you came across two bigger doors, almost which would look like a throne room. Curiosity once again got the better of you as you decided to push the doors open. Inside, was something that that you didn't expect to see as it was a giant room, much more dim then the rest of the castle but bards playing soft instruments were off in all corners of the room. Comfortable chairs, couches and beds were sprawled out across the entire rectangular area. So many warriors, civilians, guards and whores were wandering around either talking, serving foods and drink, enjoying the snuff and many were even openly fucking each other.

"Uhh..." you grumble out, looking around but also not wanting to leave. It actually almost reminds you of your night in the bathhouse of Murnic where Ashe gave you some type of **** and you ended up zoning out in that warm bathhouse, hallucinating on **** and fucking her who knows how many times.

It was pretty soon you were greeted by four very large Thug-like guards who stared at you for a few moments, eyeing you up completely. Two in front of you and the other two standing behind you, boxing you in.

"There an issue?" you ask.

"Just making sure it's actually you." one says, looking at the other guard in front and giving a shrug "I believe it is?"

"Darien?" the other thug asks, raising an eyebrow.

"That's me." you bring your hands up before pointing both your thumbs into your chest.

"Shade said you can enjoy it here if you'd like, although, he also wanted to have a word with you."

"Huh? A word? He's here?" you ask out.

"Follow me please." her nods his head to the side as he takes a few steps off into the distance.

As you follow the first thug, the second thug is about five paces behind you while the other two meld back into the sea of people, the three of you walking in a line. Within just a few minutes of walking through all the snuff sniffing, **** drinking and whore fucking areas, you make it to the corner where curtains were blocking off the view.

The entire rectangular room was mostly open besides the random pillars and chairs, but this area was enclosed with those fabric-like walls. The thug leading the way stops at the entrance and motions you in, not wanting to bring himself inside. With a grin and a nod you step inside the curtains and are immediately greeted with Shade talking to somebody else who was dressed extremely nice. The two don't even seem to be going back and forth much but instead the well dressed man is talking constantly.

You move over towards him, looking at Shade who is still in his same outfit, his same cut off shirt showcasing his artistic sleeve-like tattoo. His eyes glance at your own and just seconds later he pulls out a small pouch from beneath his shirt and tosses it in the air about a foot.

The well dressed man that was talking to him brings both his hands up, immediately snatching it out of the air well he says thanks a half a dozen times.

"Enjoy." Shade says "And leave me be."

"Y-Yes sir! R-Right away sir!" the man nods a few times before turning around and making his way out of this enclosure.

When it's finally just Shade and yourself, he moves close to you, offering you to sit on one of the very comfortable chairs. As you sit, he positions himself opposite to you, sitting across. In between you is a small table with a very large vase most likely filled with some type of **** as well as two small plates.

Without saying a word he leans forward and unsheathes another small pouch, pouring that red dust substance out on the tiny plate on your side of the table. Once he's done, he ties it back up and almost immediately the pouch is hidden away somewhere. He leans back, interlocking his fingers and giving you a grin "Care for a hit, Darien?" he asks, his voice so smooth and almost sinister sounding "Apparently there's an issue I need to sort out with you..."