William entered the Pub and examined his surroundings.
When he got there the pub appeared to be empty, no loud noises, no drunk scum to annoy him, absolutely quiet.
"Perfect. . ." he muttered to himself has he searched for a table, pulling a chair with nearly any ammount of effort and finnaly sitting there.
Reaching into his robes William pulled his large personal tome and began sketching on it, writing arcane babble that most people wouldn't be interested in, noting his latest discoveries and attempting to create new spells.
Quiet. William liked the current ambiance. He just hoped it would stay like that for longer.
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"Ah. . . It is clear now. . ." -William