Reven Riverfire stood outside the tavern. It was a seedy-looking place in a dangerous part of town. The blood elf felt something, which caused him to slowly turn his head. There in the alley was someone watching him.
Just a thief, Revan thought to himself. He'll be dealt with by the local authorities.
Time was, he would of done something, and dispatched the thief himself. But now, if he even touched his bow or sword, at least half the town guard would show up, with their blades at his throat, and arrows pointed at his chest.
With a sigh, Revan entered the tavern, hoping that he'd be able to get something to eat, and at least a place to sleep.
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