Drunar found himself slowly pacing down the streets of a light realm town. It looked rather cheery, mostly everyone enjoying themselves. The dark elf would normally stick out more but he was in a different apparel. He wore on himself shinning silver armor most likely taken from a paladin. In reality he had just recently put one to rest and didn’t mind taking off of him his items to sell for later. Of course under this armor he wore his usual rag tag clothing. A helm covered his head to keep anyone from knowing his race.

The dark elf couldn’t even stand himself in this land. It was just so nasty. Everywhere he looked he saw humans humans and more humans! And every once in a while he would notice elves! It was so disgusting he literally had to keep in his need to murder every last one of them. He knew that he had only one job, the one he was hired to do. So now he simply wondered the streets looking for where he was told his target might be. The sooner he got done with this the better, then he could get paid and get the hell out of this god forsaken place.