reminded him of it. Sighing, he continued a little way down the corridor, watching the birds in the unkempt courtyard to his left as he walked. He needed funds to repair the damage the Alpha has sustained, and as he passed a cloaked figure, he snickered. ''Perhaps I could whore that pissy shemale out...''

He had of course been speaking to himself, and he was of course joking, but the cloaked figure suddenly came to a halt as they passed shoulder to shoulder, as though offended by the pirate's mutterings. Unphased, Morrigan carried on, spotting his room a few doors away. Cracking his neck loudly, he fumbled with the key in the lock, until the door creaked open ominously. Behind him, some distance away, the hooded figure eyed thenumber to his room, took a quick note of it upon a crumpled bounty poster he had been holding tightly in his fist, then turned and left the scene.

The room was nothing worth bragging about. Smaller than what he had expected yet caring less about it, Morrigan headed straight to the bathroom and turned the shower on, sighing in relief as the water heated quickly, washing the dirt from the hand that he had used to test it. The wheel creaked loudly as he turned it to adjust the pressure, yet it was no surprise to him that altering it had no effect whatsoever. Just as the broken receptionist, this room had certainly seen better days, but he paid it no mind as he stepped out of his