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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Tavern in Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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Mikhail had finally arrived in Terreille, more specifically in Askavi, where the rumors said that the Black Widow who could help him lived. The constant nightmares were starting to take a toll on his work. Always confusing and filled with strange feelings, they were impeding Mikhail from concentrating himself, something that could prove to be lethal, especially in his line of work. But getting in Askavi was only the beginning. He was a Dea Al Mon in Terreille, it was obvious that he would draw a lot of attention. In order to at least didn't make it that obvious, Mikhail preferred to wear his hood, trying as much as he could to hide his ears and his hair. Even though the color of his skin and his build would make painfully obvious that he wasn't from those parts, he tried to look as unimpressive as he could possibly look.

While he didn't knew much about the Black Widow from the rumors, he knew for certain that she was on that city. Seeing how words of her reached his ears in Kaeleer, if he asked around for her, he would probably be able to get some information. After asking for a while, he was sent to a specific place, called Winged Boar. If he was lucky, all the rumors he heard about that Black Widow would prove to be true and she would able to undo the mess the previous widow had left on his mind.

As he walked inside the tavern, he quickly felt the tense atmosphere surrounding a few Eyrien warriors. Three of them appeared to be together while the remaining one, which was clearly emitting a dangerous aura, seemed to be alone. While Mikhail didn't particularly cared about their reason or even if they tore each other to shreds right in front of him, he himself wanted to remain just as a traveler and nothing more. Making sure the bracelet where his jewel was incrusted was well hidden, covered by his own clothes, he headed inside, going to the far corner of the counter, away from the Eyrien warriors, he simply sat down and waited for the bartender, discreetly, but carefully watching his surroundings. Even though it wasn't possible that someone was after him or even recognized who he was, old habits die hard and being careful was something that was already engraved on Mikhail's personality.

While the bartender was still nearby the warriors, probably keeping an eye on them, his daughter was the one who went off to deal with other customers, Mikhail included.

[color=6ecff6]"I came here searching for a certain Black Widow... I'm sorry, I don't know her name but I've been sent to this inn. Some people said that I could find how to contact her if I asked around here."[/color] Mikhail said with a heavy Dea Al Mon accent, confounding the place for an inn instead of a tavern.

[color=6ecff6]"If it's not too much of a burden, could you bring me something without alcohol to drink and a sandwich?"[/color] Mikhail said with a warm smile towards the woman as he grabbed a few coins inside his pouch.