[Ok, i\'m not pretty sure of how this stuff is suppossed to work, so please tell me after reading my poor story.
Also, i apologize for any typo\'s, cause my first language ain\'t english.]
The sun was brighting red on the skies over the Great City. A lonely man was walking trough the streets. There were crowds all around the corners, but it seemed like this man was far away from any kind of people. He was only focused on his books and maps. He was going to leave the city soon, to continue his journey, seeking something he can\'t describe. He wanted to see a few places of interest before departing. He was so inmersed on his papers, that he didnt noticed that he turned on the wrong alley. He kept walking, without looking the path, for about one hour, until he walked onto a wall. Then, raising his view from the books for first time in many hours, he noticed that he didnt knew this part of the city. He was now in a dark alley, all the walls around him were painted black, and it was so narrow, that he didnt found any explanation of how on earth he ended up there. It was becoming slowly dark. He observed carefully the alley: There were a couple of over-sized rats, a big mount of a very strange substance (\"town food\", he tought) and a door with a sign patched on it. He approached to read the sign, but there weren\'t any kind of inscriptions. All that was impressed on it was a red snake, over two white mountains. \"strange\" he tought. \"Looks like the logo of a brotherhood, or a clan. Maybe even a cult.\" \"but looks like i\'ll have to enter, it\'s getting dark and there are no other buildings or signs of people near. Besides, it\'s always good to know about these little organizations.\"
And he knocked the door. The hatch was open, and two eyes appeared. In fact, only one appeared. One of them was, clearly, fake. The man beyond the door said then, with a strange accent that the traveller didnt recognize very well, \"You\'re finally here, Mortius. Come, enter.\" It was obviously a mistake, that wasn\'t the name of the traveller. Anyways, the traveller didnt mind. He knew what kind of people came out to the streets on the night on the Great City. Everyone did. He also knew that the worst people remained out the streets, but that was a risk he took gladly. Besides, maybe he could get some kind of lodging anyways.
As he entered, he had a better view of the glass-eyed man: Not very tall, but not too short either. He was somewhat thin, had the perfect look of a common thief. He also took a view out of the place: A very elegant place. Many objects were made of silver, but none of them with gold. Maybe a thieves Guild of some sort. There were a lot of people sit on the comfy benches. All of them were looking him. \"You\'re not Mortius!\" Shouted one of them, the strongest, the oldest, and the tallest, as he could see. He looked pretty upset. He did a gesture of attacking him, but he was controlled by a girl who looked pretty much like him, but *ahem* pretty much well-fitted. And younger. In any case, she didnt looked very glad of the presence of the stranger, either. Slowly, everyone raised from the benches and walked towards him, with a very unhappy look on their faces.
What\'d ya think? should i go on or does it suck?
