Following the disguised figure had been no easy task, several times the man- if thats what he is Mikail thought to himself- doubled back or took winding routes through maze like alleys, the dankness and detrius of the streets almost completely masking his trail from the casual observer. But the Altonian was no amateur at tracking men, and constantly managed to rediscover evidence to suggest the stranger had passed by recently.
After a period of just over an hour, when he was tempted to give up the chase, the trail went cold. Returning to the last place that he had found markings of a hurried passing, the back alley of a nondescript building, Mikail went round to the front facade of the street in which the premises jutted out onto.
Why is it always a damn bar? the mercenary mused as he searched for a place to stow his armour and rifle. Returning to the alley Mikail noticed a steel drain pipe securely attached to the wall and began to climb.
As he suspected, once he reached the top with much cursing, there was a roof entrance- hiding his armour and rifle under some loose tiles he clambered back down once again, to approach from the main entrance.
Now looking more like a gang member than a bounty hunter or soldier he sauntered into the tavern, as he pushed open the door all conversation in the room stopped and a score of suspicious pairs of eyes turned his way...
(OOC:I think you can kind of guess where this is heading
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