The narrow streets were heavily shadowed, and Tyrrazapon felt calm about this. His cloak flowed behind him and drifted above the street as he walked. He splashed through a dirty puddle and found the lights of the Outlander's Club ahead.
His approach seemed to go unnoticed or perhaps they just didn't care.
Do they see people like me regularly around here?
Tyrrazapon hoped the bouncer at the door would cause little hassle and just let him straight through. He already grew weary of paying off everyone he ran into. As he approached, the man stepped aside and gave a slight nod.
Well that was easy. Maybe I'll flip him a coin on my way out if I'm feeling gracious.
He strolled into the club and without trying to draw attention, made his way directly to the bar. His efforts were in vain because he could feel eyes on him from various spots throughout the club.
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