Valiant searches for a wand

[Hitman Hard]

A man in dark leathers sporting a blonde vandyke stood patiently in the darker half of the bar- asking round for a wand that enhances the users ability to fall into shadow. He twirled a glass of ale and barely sipped at it, staring dangerously into a host of sailors he deemed criminal for an excruciating hundred count, and ignoring the rest of the patrons if they did not mention the words wand or shadows.

"The day crumbles forward. . ." He remarked with measured moroseness before coughing harshly into his sleeve.