[center][color=mediumseagreen][h2]Luigi Lama[/h2]
Feyhollow Town[/color][/center]

Lui trudged into town, exhausted, defeated, but no less relieved. There were dead leaves in his hair, dirt on his clothes, and a feral monster contained only by a piece of dented metal in his arms.

It was nearing midnight it seemed, and the street lamps cast a misty glow over the town. Feyhollow seemed to be almost entirely asleep and Lui felt the urge to join in this sweet endeavor. He was just starting to look at street signs to search for the inn he had booked earlier in the day when his stomach gave a sound like an Arcanine's growl. 

The fiend had eaten his snacks and he'd spent all of dinnertime wandering hopelessly in the forest. He needed food.

And so with a small sigh to himself, Lui took another step forward and began his quest to find a respectable establishment that was still open.