After wandering around Imythess for a while, noticing that there were a fair amount of new things around the place, Lance, a figure cloaked entirely in black with a face mask that hid most of his face below his eyes, wandered toward the city that seemed rather steeped in darkness. Being a resident of the shadows himself, he could quite clearly feel that this wasn't exactly a normal place, and was connected in some way to the plane of shadows, though how didn't really matter to him right now...he was simply wandering at the moment, not concerning himself with very much. Looking around a bit as he wandered through the dark city, not getting the usual reactions from the...locals, he went into a tavern as he came to it, sitting down around the end of the bar and looking around a bit at the creatures inside, none of whom seemed to be bothered in the least by his appearance, though mainly because most were denizens of the dark, whether it be the dark places or planes of the world or underground.