Open In this Hell Hole

[Garin Campbell]

61st of Summer, 513

Garin leans on the wall, looking at the crowd of people as they moved past him. Today had been slow. For Sunberth, it had been calm- at least, where he was. He hadn't seen anyone particularly interesting. No fat merchants to rob. No particularly attractive women to seduce. No helpless cripples to beat in a dark alley. He hated days like this. In this Hell hole he called home, things like that were all he had to live for, when he had no jobs. It was miserable!

He carries one of his daggers openly, twirling it casually, his other hand in his coat pocket. Scanning the faces in the crowd, he finally spots a woman staggering down the street drunkenly. She was pretty, and the drunk ones were always easy targets. He tucks his dagger into it's sheathe under his coat, and starts making his way towards her.

He would soon have something to occupy him. To end the horrible boredom.

Just the way Garin liked it.