[center][h2][color=39b54a]Akira Shadow [i]'Peace Hunter'[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

A walking pace, not much faster than a crawl had finally brought Akira to the inn.  He squinted his eyes as he gazed up at the sign hanging above its door.   It felt like he'd been walking for several hours and he was probably correct for thinking so.  The young man looked down to his right leg and shook his head before leaning his left arm on the door as he stepped forward.  The door opened part-way then further as Akira stepped inside, a pained limp in his step.  The less than normal entrance had drawn the attention of a few nosey patrons as the man continued to limp toward the bar.

His right leg, poorly bandaged with a scrap of rags had been dyed red from where a wound had once been bleeding.  Making it to the bar the young man let himself fall softly forward catching himself on the bar with his arms as his right leg buckled.  The inn keep sighed as he stepped over to Akira, clearly this wasn't his first time dealing with a wounded patron. "What'll it be young man?  You're welcome here so long as you're not looking for trouble."  Akira smirked at the inn keeps comment before speaking up.
[color=39b54a]"Trouble?  Worry not, this is merely a scratch... albeit a rather nasty one.  Oh, a tankard of ale..."[/color] Akira stated as he placed some coins on the counter, more than enough to cover his drink. [color=00a651]"...and a clean cloth, if you can spare one."[/color]  The inn keep nodded in response as he prepared Akira's drink and slid it to him with a section of cloth. [color=39b54a]"Thanks."[/color] Akira stated with a smile before glancing round for a free table.

Having found a place to perch himself in more comfort, Akira had hobbled over to a free table waving away any patrons sober enough to offer him a helping hand.  He straightened his leg out in front of him as he sat down, before leaning forward to pull back the blood rag.  The wound had mostly dried shut, though that didn't seem to be the only issue.  Akira stared at the wound, had there not been so many patrons he could spend a little blood from his finger for a simple healing spell.  With a sigh he undressed the wound before taking hold of the clean cloth, wanting to keep the 'scratch' covered he tightly wrapped the cloth around his leg, before pulling his leg back toward himself and stretching it out several times trying to work the pain out of the muscle and get it used to natural movement once more.  Having done enough stretching to make him feel sore anew the young man took a swig of his ale as he glanced around the inn, the patrons had returned to their drinks and the natural vibe and scene of calm resumed.