Ray looked at the moon, which cast a pale light over the city streets.
It wasn't a warm light, but it gave him a sense of peace, a different kind of calm than he was used to.
The evening was slowly turning into night, and the chill in the air bit at his exposed skin.
He knew he needed answers, and the best place to find them a place where people gathered, where tongues were loose and stories flowed without much concern, a place where conflicts and rumors were a normal part of life.
The best place for that was a bar. Just across the street, a few steps away, a building glowed with rush of all types of people entering or exiting it
He walked toward it and pushed open the heavy wooden door and a sudden wave of sound and warmth washed over him.
The air was thick with the smell of cheap ale, pipe tobacco, and sweat.
