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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Tavern in Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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Mikhail was tired. Days sleeping poorly were starting to affect his personality, making it even more unstable than it normally was. Luckily for the barkeep, Mikhail still had enough patience to overlook the fact that he continued to snarl at him. Looking at the barkeep as he stretched his wings, Mikhail simply hardened his stare. The barkeep surely knew what Mikhail's stare meant.

As he finally stood down, answering his questions, Mikhail slowly nodded, still with the same piercing stare towards the barkeep.

[color=6ecff6]"Your advice is appreciated, so is you answering my questions despite the unnecessary hostility and growling."[/color] Mikhail said, sighing deeply as he slowly massaged his temples, trying to calm himself down and ward off the headache.

[color=6ecff6]"As I said to you, I do not want any type of problems. This holds true not only for you, but for the Black Widow as well."[/color] Mikhail said, finishing drinking and eating what he had ordered, followed by a long silence.

Before Mikhail stood up and walked away though, he turned to the barkeep once more, with the same smile he had before all that trouble started, but this time, if one looked at him with enough attention, it was obvious that he was forcing it.

[color=6ecff6]"I recommend you to not be so openly hostile with strangers, much less with your own clients. Not everyone wants to do you or your daughter bad. Sometimes, it's exactly this growling and needlessly hostile attitude that makes them starting to want to do so."[/color] Mikhail said.

[color=6ecff6]"I'm sorry for everything."[/color] Mikhail said, more to the other costumers and the barkeep's daughter than the barkeep himself before he walked away.

After walking for a brief while, he finally found a discreet inn. Not very big neither flashy, it seemed to be one of the inns that workers used to sleep between jobs. It was one of the most common types, certainly something that wouldn't draw any attention... Exactly what Mikhail wanted.

Entering the small inn without saying a word, he simply nodded to the attendant, putting a few coins over the counter and going to the room which was assigned to him. Entering the room, the first thing Mikhail did was to make a thorough search around it for anything suspicious. Every single inch of the small room was searched, nothing was left untouched. Only after he was absolutely sure it was safe, including putting the wire traps he always put when he was about to sleep to avoid intruders, he sat down on the bed, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. The room was indeed small, having only a single bed and a small wooden nightstand. Only the strictly necessary for one to pass the night. 

For many, the end of the day was met with relief as it was the moment for them to rest and prepare themselves for another day. For Mikhail though, it was merely another thing he had to mentally prepare himself for.

[color=6ecff6]"No rest for the wicked..."[/color] he muttered to himself, an old saying he heard someone saying on his travels around the lands. He couldn't remember at certain where or who he heard that from, but it was ironically fitting for his situation.

Even though he knew what it was coming, he knew he had to face it. Mikhail had no other choice but to endure the nightmares and fragmented memories, while trying to rest as much as he could. Both mentally and physically.