7th Spring 511AV
It was nice to know that even when you were in a different place, some things always stayed the same.
For example. Sasin was drinking again. Why he was drinking, he had no idea. All he knew was that this was a very familiar situation he found himself in, simply in a different tavern. And a different city. And different beer. But still similar. Especially the boredom. He seriously needed to get a legitimate job, if only to fill up the time. Even a mercenary/assassin/thief had nothing to do. It was really sad, he decided.
Maybe he should stop drinking. Yes, that was a good idea. Putting down the mug, he stared glumly into it. He seemed to be spending most of his time doing nothing.
"Ssshyke." He muttered, and blinked. Glancing around, he hoped no-one had heard his accent slip. Non-humans were not very liked here, and he really would rather not have to fight off slavers while drunk.