Nathimys finished buttoning up his vest, grabbing his cloak from where it was draped over a bar with his foot. In one swift movement, he launched it a few feet into the air. He stepped forwards, putting his left arm though the left sleeve as it fell, spinning in a half circle towards the door as he put his other arm through the other sleeve. As he walked towards the door, he buttoned two of the buttons, the one just below his waist and the one just above his waist. He stopped by the door, picking up his bow and quiver, putting both over his shoulder. He picked up his claws from where they were on the dresser, clipping them to his belt.

Satisfied, Nathimys stepped forwards, throwing his sandals into the air with his feet, catching them with his hands. He clipped them into the back of the belt, opening the door, then stepping into the top floor of the inn. He stepped down the stairs, opening the door and walking outside. No trouble to day, nothing out of the ordinary. "Nothing unusual, just the normal, mundane screaming and running that accompanies every day." He said to himself, smiling. That didn't sound quite right. [i]Screaming and running..[/i] He thought, hitting himself with his palm. [i] I'm either losing my mind, or the lack of sleep is getting to me.. [/i] 

He calmly walked forwards onto the street, jogging towards the commotion. [i] I hope it's a group of people. One person to kill simply isn't enough. Especially if there are others there. [/i] Nathimys continued jogging, his claws bouncing at his side under his cloak. He was sure there would be at least some action. Nathimys came upon a cobbler. He glared at it, then continued on. 

Rounding a corner, he took a shortcut through an alleyway, climbing over a small wall. He continued into the open street, coming towards the epicentre of the screaming. 

"Yessss.. Very nissse." Nathimys could feel his fingers gripping imaginary claws as he imagined a fight coming. He could feel his soul clawing for one. A great one.

He wanted to punch a wall when he saw only one man with one bloody body, holding a sword to one girl. [i] Why can't murderers just come in groups, damnit?[/i] He thought, taking out one of his claws and then stabbing the air. He put the claws back. Several of the people spoke up, talking to who they suspected was the murderer. 

"Yes." Nathimys said, agreeing with some of the people. "Let her go, it would be a shaaaame if something were to happen to you." He said, hissing some of the words. He was seriously considering killing someone right now, despite what the rest of him wanted to do. [i] The claws want hugs. Many hugs. [/i]