Elimus Hanston strolled down the streets of [insert city name], happily whistling a tune as he admired the night sky. What a jolly event that had just happened! Sneaking out of his mansion and past his own servants to spend a night in the Anar District. He wasn't like other nobles, no, because he knew his way around the streets. At least, he wished he did. He had just given some Quicksilver to a nicely kept shop called the Haberdashery. "Aha! What a quaint little tavern here!" he said, not noticing the passing people shooting him dirty looks. "I think I shall spend the night. Oh, how wonderful!"
As he skipped towards the inn, he noticed a small group of people standing in front of the door, which burned with Ebony flames. One of them decked the other in the nose. "What's all this hubbub about?" he asked, stepping up to them.