Late would've been an understatement of just how deep into the night Raven had left the inn. The streets were quiet, and the daily workers were sweeping the roads and the footpaths. Already, the city seemed clean, and the number of dustbins by the roads was sort of a peculiar sight for Raven. Such a simple thing, and yet it helped keep the city posh and made him wonder if he should implement the same idea in the cities over which they rule.
Deep in thought, he walked through the silent streets, making his way back to the adventurer's guild. Keeping his head low despite the shapeshifter's mask already being on, he tried not to stick out to anyone wandering late in the dark. Pretending to be just another adventurer–a local man who just happened to be enough of a recluse to not be seen by anyone before–was quite the tough job, especially since by pure instinct, the Raven's body reacted faster than most people could blink their eyes.
