As the sun set on the East Asian land Aragon watched through the window as he washed his hands. The blood washed off into the bucket only leaving a pinkish tint to the water. He had finished another assignment for his noble employer for now and he was getting some well deserved rest at the inn he had booked for the week with his grand pay.

It was nicer than most places he stayed and had a brothel attached to it on one side. Aragon had no interest in going to that building, but he could appreciate how much it must cost.

So he poured out the bucket from the first floor window and went to his living area and lit the fire to give off some more light since the sun was setting.

As he tossed the last of bloody clothing into the fire a small knock sounded from the door. Aragon, skeptical as always grabbed his dagger and held it behind himself as he opened the door just a crack.

But instead of some rival or enemy seeking revenge it was just a serving boy. A slave by the looks of the lack of clothing. The boy was quite… handsome. It surprised Aragon to be thinking such a thing. But it was true. Even with a golden collar with the inn’s insignia on it, the boy was handsome. Aragon quickly shook himself out of the daze and opened the door wider.

“Uhm my apologies… come in.” Aragon said watching curiously and keeping his eyes at a respectable level. He would not be like other foreigners and feel free to stare at another just because their status required less clothing.