( Ipatiy Kozlov )
It was a strange predicament he found himself in. He’d already begun to put up notices in the underground for an assassin to help him fix the mess he’d made. How very strange it was that such a predicament was so much as conceivable, but so it was. He himself sat in the corner of one of the less reputable inns of the city of Vel Anir. It was a rather run down place, with tables that were patched back together half heartedly as a result of the frequent fights in that very inn. He hid there mostly due to the fact that no guard wanted to come into it because it was simply too much headache to deal with.
He waited there for whomever decided that his notice was worth checking out. Accept he was no fool, and waited for who ever it was in a different place than he said he’d wait in as a precaution.