Darksoul trudges through the allyway, sighing as he travels. [i]I need a drink. Something strong, before I kill something again.[/i] He drums his fingers on the hilt of his blade, and drifts out of the allyway. Looking up, he sees the brightly lit bar. [i]Red Dragon, eh? Sounds like my kind of place.[/i] His eyes glow white, and he floats up to the door, flinging it open. He moves through the crowd, following the sound of singing. Something about a pig? He gets to the bar itself, and sighs. "Bartender. What've you got that's strong?"