Riven Markov - Revenant Warlock

Aimlessly wandering the crowded streets of Middle Dura, Riven's gaze shifts wildly, observing a number of spirits floating unseen amongst the masses. He feel a great sadness for these once powerful entities that are nothing more than ethereal beings who have been lost along the march of time. Continuing his leisurely stroll he passes a busy storefront where he spots the phantom of Urbik, god of masonry. The spirit quickly disappears from sight and in its place is a poster. Approaching the flyer he gives it a once over and quickly believes it to be a sign from the old gods.

Riven makes his way to one of the lifts, he rides the circular platform until it reaches the upper level. Not sure where the alehouse was located he pays a guide to give him directions. Arriving at his intended destination he pulls the door open and steps into the dimly lit taproom. Fluttering out from somewhere within the warlock's robes his crow, Visancourt finds a place to perch in the rafters.

The revenant makes his way to the only vacant table and quickly snags a chair. Sitting down he glances at the other patrons but chooses to remain silent.