The air was thick with murder, this was not a welcoming city and Dax did not want to be here. Although he could appreciate the rouge-ish charm of the streets in the calm night he knew this place he was in was essentially a stronghold for cutthroats and  thieves. Daxius clutched his weapon tightly as he carefully made his way across the roofs of the lower levels of the common market place, he listened to crickets cheep and rats scuttle he contemplated why he was in this city to begin with. Sadly the reality was, he had little to no choice in the matter, he was broke. Although he was a somewhat moral man, he could not continue on his travels with good intentions alone, he was forced to hunt down random criminals for bounty money, not because he was a paragon for justice, just because it was fairly easy and he was running out of options.

His nose started to twitch as a thick scent started to float towards him....it was blood, fresh blood no less someone had just been killed on these streets, and Daxius concluded that even if the killer had not already a large bounty, he or she soon would do. Daxius then began travelling fast and lightfooted towards the fresh murder scene, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, the scent getting stronger as he went.