Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25857155-20150826084431/@comment-26571677-20150925004017

Amilanthior weaved in and out of the alleyways, they were dark, grimy and smelled of rancid fish. All in all, not a very nice place, and completely in contrast with the pristine city that lay some hundred metres away.

Not that it bothered him of course, he knew these paths like the back of his hand. When he had been raising money to attend Beacon, he had had to do some very...odd jobs.

Sadly, so far, he had not gathered any information, the people here were unsurprisingly unwilling to talk, probably because they were scared of whatever criminal group occupied this area currently.