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The fight seemed endless. More and more people were getting into it. The barkeep tried in vain many times to control the chaos, but in the end, with so many into the brawl, he just ducked from thrown objects -many coming close to bashing him in the head or shoulders- and hid behind the counter when the bar fight came too close for comfort. One man sat in the corner watching, his hawk yellow eyes peering out from behind his snow white hair. He kept his hand on his twin short swords at all times, often kicking the unfortunate brawlers that crawled too close.
As the brawl started to thin with more and more people getting knocked out or thrown out by the bouncers and soldiers that had arrived, the man with the white hair stood and walked to the bar and dropped a single gold coin on the counter and started for the door.
"Aye! Ghost, where 'ye goin'?" Exclaimed the barkeep
"Away..." Ghost replied quietly over his shoulder. the barkeep just shook is shaggy head.
"Always so su'picious" Muttered he in reply.
Ghost managed a small smile that did little to brighten his dark face. "Of course." And with that he swept out of the room, leaving nothing behind, just like the entity he resembeled most of the time.