Warlords of the World

[Dr Obsolete]

Tristan continued on his way taking a sudden turn into a dark alley tossing a blind begger a copper coin and noting the fact the begger had lifted the bandages over his eyes to inspect the offering. He eventually came to an Iron door with a small eye slit, Tristan rapped smartly on the door with a guantleted hand and waited a few moments. The plate blocking the eye slit slid with a grating noise revealing bloodshot eyes. 'Wotcha want?' the door keeper asked hoarsly.
'To do business'. Tristan replied cooly the eye slit shut aprubtly and the door creaked open Tristan stepped in past the Hulking guard and the door slammed shut behind him.

[Nyko]

Kuto walked off down the street seeing the blind beggar in the alleyway. She threw the beggar a few glod peices and walked off eyeing the door for a minute.

[Dr Obsolete]

Without a word Tristan surrendered his sword and Bow to the guard as if he were a regular to the wretched place, of course he would never be cuaght dead in a drug den, though if death happened to be on his agenda he would make an expeption. He made his way through the twisting corridors and infernal heat wrapping his cowl around his face tightly to filter out the smoke.

[Nyko]

Kuto walked around the building and enter a small shop hoping to find a smeel to get rid of the nasty smell in the apartment.