In the dark of night.

[FORSETIS]

A horse drawn wagon pulls up to the gates of Valkurs Roar. Coming to a stop,the doors swing open. A well dressed, well armed elf in dark colors steps lightly onto the cobbled streets. He glances around and takes a deep breath. Then sneers down toward the sewers with a mutter. Tossing a small sack inside the wagon he makes his way into the city, heading toward the Tipsy Imp.