The bartender nodded, he was a weedy looking man with an unhealthy pale look to him, "coming right up, that'l be 4 clips."
Darien nodded and handed over two clips. He sat down at an empty table in the corner, he looked around the room, observing the people for a moment. Elek whispered in his mind, "that one over in the middle, chatting with the two big guys, she has the look of someone working for a some kind of street gang, noone important but one can never know."
"yes," said Darien, "I think I'll start looking at the file then now." He pulled out the file from his satchel. it was a bit dusty so he wiped it on the seat.
He began reading it.
Name: Spear, Arien. underneath the name was a picture of a greasy looking man with several tattoos, one of them was the shape of a spike with a symbol on it, the symbol that Darien was looking for.
Just then one of the servers came to him with his wine, Darien nodded his thanks and took a sip of the wine, "mmm." He continued reading the file.
Listed problems: headaches, throwing up, eyes turning milky white, strange hallucinations, repeats the words "Spike, Void, Darien, Death" and so on.
Diagnosis: unknown.
Former or Present Ward: Spiritual.
Date when brought in: (sometime several years before)
Date when released from care: (the last year)
Current residence: Mac's Boarding house, room five.
Darien took a sip as Elek said, "interesting."
Darien said to Elek, "let's go there tomorrow, for now let's get a room here."
That morning Darien walked down the stairs casually. that night he had perused the file more and had found zero info that would help him besides where Arien was. Rusts, Darien wanted to kill that man.
Elek whispered, "so do I Dar, so do I."
Even in the early morning the tavern was full. chatter filled Darien's ears as he went to the bar for a drink. he payed and took the drink. He downed it quickly and then payed the barkeeper.
He left the tavern.