It was nearly midnight in Hargeon with a cold air flowing through the city streets. Out of a small alley a man wearing a old fashion cloak marked with a shadowy wolf design walked onto the city streets. A lit smoke in his mouth and a gourd of sake strapped to his waist the man was tired and sore from helping his friends try to get back on their feet after the lose of his girlfriend and her father and his best friend. While Daemon's heart had yet to mend he swore to them that he would carry on their wishes, yet before he could do that he had to make sure that he was alive to do so.
After a few mins of moving in and out of the shadows the cloaked man had reached his destination a small hidden ramen/tea house. The man slowly headed inside and took a seat next to the bar. The waiter walked up and asked the man for his order. Some hot tea and onigiri with calamari. " The man pulled out a few jewels and placed them in front of the table. The waiter nodded and headed off to the kitchen.
After a few mins of moving in and out of the shadows the cloaked man had reached his destination a small hidden ramen/tea house. The man slowly headed inside and took a seat next to the bar. The waiter walked up and asked the man for his order. Some hot tea and onigiri with calamari. " The man pulled out a few jewels and placed them in front of the table. The waiter nodded and headed off to the kitchen.