IcedOutPenguin

"Of course, you're right, everyone has an ulterior motive."

"Ah..."

"That's fine, but if so, why do you spend much of your money on alcohol?"

"You want things to change, you want them to get better. But you don't know how or if you can even make a difference."

"It was merely an observation."

"You don't believe me. I can tell."

"To help."

"Because you seem like you're in a bad spot."

"I'll ask again. Why are you so scared?"

"You shouldn't be alone. The undercity is a dangerous place."

"Same with the converse, I suppose."

"Nothing's going to happen if you don't answer me."

"Why are you so afraid?" Said a voice from atop a nearby wall

The alley ended in a dead end, but was open to the sky(of the undercity) @Hoid Slayer @Sherma Main You are both in the same room, with a wooden table in the middle, and another man sitting at one end of it. @TwinStorm

The door stood wide open, leading into a side alley.

You remember that most bars have a back exit somewhere else, it was usually locked, but might be easier to get out than the front door.

Nothing you seemed to do worked to get the door open.

The front door of the inn was locked

There was no one in the bar

The bar below was completely silent

Sleep came quickly. You dreamt of the undercity, you walked down the street, but it was vastly different from the undercity you knew. Children played freely, running up and down the street. There wasn't any more trash on the street. You walked into a bar, and the bar was lively and had a totally different atmosphere. It was peaceful, much better than the bars at the current time. You paid for a room and walked up to it. You were surprised by how comfortable the room was. You hear a voice from beside you in the hallway. "This is the undercity as I see it could be." You look over, only to see a misty figure with no recognizable features, except slitted eyes that shine through the fog. "There is more than what you saw, but change will be coming, whether you want to be a driving force or not, is up to you." The dream vanishes, and you wake.

The things going on in your head immediately got quieter

She couldn't sleep, too many things going on in her head, keeping her awake.

The half-drunk bottle is still where you left it before going out to eavesdrop.

After a minute, the noise of the bar picks up to normal levels again. She laughed