[b][u]Angel's Kiss Inn, Port City of Llanfrid, Talgarth[/u][/b]
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The [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lO5va9gHf0]afternoon[/url] sun hung high into the sky, beaming it's warm light into a darkened room in the local Inn of Llanfrid, the room itself was a complete mess, clothing, shards of clay and glass scattered about on the floor. The bed was in no better shape, ruffled up and wrinkled, two human-shaped lumps underneath the cloth. An elven man was first to emerge from the bed cloth, letting out a loud yawn and stretching his arms as high up as possible, his facial expression was that of a very hungover man. "Oh by Justinian...what happened..." He scanned the room, having little or vague recollection of what occurred last night. He turned to his right to see a red-haired human beauty laying besides him. "Ahhh, that's right." He said with a satisfied tone followed with a matching grin. "Yaten you sly dog." He congratulated himself as the memories came flowing like ale. 

Yaten Aurvanal, a Bard with big dreams in Aberys, had came to this bustling city to hone his skills and to of course, win over the hearts of the local women, unfortunately that particular dream would put on hold for a short while, the Realm of Talgarth is openly known as the Crime center in Aberys, as such, many settlements within the realm have some form of unsavory elements of the underworld, in Llanfrid's case, a local gang run an underground Gambling ring, something an overconfident, greedy and starving bard would be attracted too. On that night, one thing led to another, eventually developing into a drunken stupor for many, Yaten had won some, but mostly lost quite a bit coin, in his drunken stupidity, he assured the owner he would have his coin sooner then he hoped.

"Oh shit.." He said to himself, his stomach sinking from the sudden realization of the debt he's in now, he leaped out of the bed, grabbing the closet thing he could to cover up his manhood, a small towel and with haste, begun to collect his clothing, piecing them together as he was presentable...mostly.

His panicked pacing around the room woke up the young lady, still half-asleep, but was aware Yaten was present in the room, giving off a pleasant smile. "Oh Yaten, last night was just wonderful..." She said in a soft tone.

Barely paying attention, Yaten focused on his things, such as his trusty lute a. "Glad to be of service my dear lass!" He said hastily. "Sadly my lass, I must be go-" Yaten was interrupted as someone fiercely banged on the door. "We know you're in there bard!" A boorish voice rang out from the other side, followed by several more bangs, more powerful and fierce. The woman, frightened, slowly crawled against the bed frame, pulling the cloth to cover herself up. 

"Oh nonononono.." Yaten whimpered, he was cornered, trapped like a rat, he desperately looked for an escape route, and took notice of the window to his left, he let out a heavy sigh at what needed to be done. With most of the essentials gathered up, the door was broken down as three burly men entered through the battered doorway. "It's time to pay up, knife-ear.." the lead man said in a threatening tone, but quickly took notice of the woman on the bed, his eyes widening. "Elin!?!" He exclaimed, the woman blushing out of embarrassment, hiding her face. 

The man turned his gaze back to Yaten, fury in his eyes. "You slept with me sister you knife-eared whoreson!!!"

"Boss wants his coin. Now." Another thug spoke up.

It was now or never. 

It was time to charm them, or at least distract them, long enough to escape. "Gentlemen! Surely we can discuss this over like civilized men!" He cheerily said, slowly making his way towards the window. "Now I admit, I may have made some rather outrageous promises to Colin, but In my defense, I was piss drunk, as were all of ya!"

He was closer and closer. "We can just laugh it off.." he finally made it, grabbing a still intact clay flower vase. "Catch!" he shouted throwing the vase at the three men as they flinched, the lead thug hit by the vase, falling to his back. With this momentary distraction, he crashed through the window doors, falling downward on top of a empty wheel cart, a rather rough and sore landing, but was still alive, some passersby were stunned at what they just witnessed and just stared at the stumbling elf as he made his way down the streets.

Back in the inn, the two men helped their fallen comrade as he regained his composer. "Forget me you dolts! After that cowering whoreson!"

Yaten ran through the busy streets like there's no tomorrow, in his case, literally, as the two of the thugs had quickly catch up to him, making a quick move, he turned left, making way for the port area, passing over and dodging an assortment of crates and dockworkers in his attempt to lose his pursuers, but they give chase as they are still in sight. What came next would be both a blessing and a curse, due to his poor lack of attention of his surroundings, Yaten took another left turn as he ran straight to the end of the port, falling over what he thought would be water...was much worse. 

A fishing boat had been docked in the port, carrying a full cargo of freshly caught fish, and Yaten fell right into the cargo. Yaten emerged from the pile, covering in slim, water muck from the fish. Luckily however, the thugs lost him, overhearing them. "Damn it all we lost the bard." 

"Nah, he won't get far in this city, we'll tell the boss, we'll get his head for sure."

After waiting a few more moments, Yaten climbed out of the boat, the unpleasant fishy oder wafting the air, catching the attention of any who passed. He looks up in the sky, knowing full well Justinian is probably watching. "Ok...I deserved that."