Ekurzakir was quite a ways away from home, many would say. This dingy little tavern, as small and tucked away as it was, would be his home, at least for a few days, until he moved on. He never stayed anywhere very long, but maybe that was about to change.

"Excuse me, do you have a single room for a few nights?" He asked the barkeep, a man named {{user}}, as he placed down a little pouch of gold on the bar.