Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-1789156-20140610204722/@comment-5789047-20140611002116

Hasanzedah decided to go downstairs as he did once every so often. The room reeked of sweat, blood, and alcohol but at least it was cheap. He decided to get some food before sitting at the table he always sat at in the far back-left corner. He looked around while he ate and saw some faces he recognized earlier in the day talking, but it was probably not any of his buisness. His buisness at the moment was to finish his meal before returning to his room.