#deliiruim

The carpeted floor creaked, the thin material barely softening the sound of Balthier's footsteps. He knew not how he arrived at this place, and he felt vulnerable. The pirate had been stripped of all his belongings save for his clothes. What bothered him most was the absence of his pistol; in such unfamiliar territory it would be most useful to have that particular piece of equipment.

Unfortunately, he did not have it.

He walked down the hall, glancing this way and that, taking in his surroundings. It appeared to be some kind of inn, by the look of it, though extremely run down. Some doors hung off their hinges, others were missing completely. The windows were boarded up, as if to keep something out. He sensed some ominous presence lurking, hiding within the shadows. The afternoon sun streamed in between the planks on the windows, but it did little to light the hallway. Balthier stopped in front of a room, and placed his hands on his hips.

"Well this is a problematic situation." he muttered softly. He glanced into the room he stood in front of, and did a double-take. The pirate was not as alone as he once thought. There was a girl standing in the center of the room. Her clothing was odd, as was the bright red color of her hair. Balthier was not sure what she was doing, but to approach her would probably be his best option.