"Thank you, love." Ares smiled at the woman before him, who had given him directions to a local tavern. I can't wait to get out of this disgusting town. He waved at the woman as he set off, who blushed in response. Just get the necklace and leave. He had recently purchased--well extorted--a broach that gave the wearer night vision. If he did not find it useful, the market price for it could be massive, depending on his negotiation skills. However, there was the matter of acquiring the necklace, first, since the carrier was supposed to meet him halfway in a small village in Northern Le'raana. Or at least that was what he was told.
"Just a meat pie and some ale please." Ares sat down before the bartender could even ask what he wanted. As the man left to tend to another patron, Ares rubbed his hands as his eyes wandered around the room. If he's not here within the next half hour, I will chop his mother up and serve her for dinner. Although on the inside he was annoyed and raged, he kept a calm demeanor and maintained a charming, friendly facade. The bartender returned with Ares' order, who winked and began to consume his meal. This shit is disgusting.
