((OOC: This is to bring some characters into it.))



Noice populated the streets at midnight because the pub was crowded, every table was taken up by 4-5 people. Apart from one.
A single man sat here, in white robes, a white hood and a glass of water in front of him. He seemed to be waiting. For someone or
something, no-one knew. There had been a hand full of people wanting to sit with him, buy him a drink, but they were always cast aside.