Without a doubt, the gods had most surely cursed this land. Ladicius had no idea what hell was like, but here he felt as if he could feel a piece of it, through this burning wasteland. His years of training as an assassin, and rough lifestyle, had without a doubt made him exceptionally resilient, and strong willed; Yet even heat like this, was not something he could handle easily. He convinced himself, that after he was done with the job here, he'd never return to this place again. The most shocking thing of all, was that people actually 'lived' here. Who would call such a place as this, as home? Who would a raise a child here? It seemed completely impossible for even a full grown adult to live and thrive here. And yet, despite what it seemed, the reality was people actually did.
The front door violently swung open, revealing the clocked and irritated figure. Ladicius took a deep inhale of the air from the building. While far from refreshing, it was much more pleasurable in comparison to the hot and dry air of the desert. Immediately after the door swung open, Ladicius had found himself greeted by a multitude of curious and surprised stares from the residents who also within the building. Standing at the entrance for a few moments, one arm leaning him on the wall of the doorframe as he examined the residents of the tavern, he eventually beginning his slow journey further inside the building. The first few steps were somewhat unbalanced; due to the disorientation from the outside heat.
As he made his way to the bar, an older man with a grey mustache and short grey hair, dressed in typical bartender clothing, was shining a glass with a cloth. "What'll it be? We've got rum all the way from Adeluna if ya be needin in!" He advertised.
"Water.." Ladcius responded with rough, low, and hoarse voice. "Lots and lots of water." At the statement, he lightly smacked a few coins on the bar table. The old bartender, albeit surprised, did as requested. He placed a of large wooden cup filled with water on the bar table, which Ladcius immediately drank within a matter of seconds, causing the bartender to have to immediately refill the wooden cup again. This process repeated about three times, before Ladicius's drinking speed eventually slowed.
As Ladicius sighed a hoarse relief from his thirst, the old man gazed at him with deep curiosity, as if he were trying to see who was behind the mask. "What brings ya here, lad?" He spoke, in what seemed like a sincerely concerned tone, like that of a grandfather. "Bandits." Ladcius replied rather bluntly.
"Aha!" The man exclaimed, his facial expression becoming more welcoming and bright. "You're the one! The one Jayce wrote to us about."
"That'd be me." Ladicius confirmed.
