The smell of wine, bread, and smoke filled the nostrils of Fabian as he sat in the inn. Many people were very excited all around him. The gathering of the gods at the Pantheon was about to take place the next day, and many people were excited as to what celebrations the Pantheon would host. As this was the annual gathering no real discussions were coming to the table, meaning the Champions, having gathered from across the continent to the pantheon, would do what they always did when there was nothing else to be done. Party. Fabian chuckled slightly and sipped on his drink. He was never expressly invited to these gatherings, many people considered the Trickster gods shrine to be more of an assassins and criminals guild than a place of worship. Being a Town away from the Pantheons city one would think people would recognize a champion. Not Fabian, apparently. The champion was very good at not being seen when he didn't want to be, but he began to question his need for his powers when nobody paid him any mind in the first place.

"How fitting that the champion of deception and stealth isn't noticed when he isn't even trying to stay hidden. Either i'm just that good or i'm just that useless." Fabian mumbled. Scanning the bar one last time before he got up, he left the bar to start his morning journey to the city containing the Pantheon. As he walked through the market place he swiftly snagged an apple from a vendors stall and continued on his path. Unfortunately Fabian then felt eyes on his back, and grew worried that possibly someone had seen him take the apple. He picked up his pace slightly and continued down the path, hoping this feeling was just paranoia.