Dark and Rainy night, Flynn walks through the silent square. His cloak hiding parts of his face to keep it from being drenched and his attire matching his last mission. He looks around, enjoying the silence of the night. Not many come out during the night, afraid of any murderers, rapist, or any wild animal coming out and attacking them . The occasional normal commoner ran past Flynn, trying to get home as soon as they can and he could also see a few dark figures through the shadows. He walks towards a Tavern, not looking nor feeling frighten towards the figures and he walks through the familiar door.
As he walks in, the familiar smell of alcohol, spilled beer, vomit, and the smell of brown slams into his nose. Some of the men were sleeping on the floor, others on the tables, and the awake ones looked like they were going to doze off soon.
"Flynn Rider!" The bar tender says as Flynn sits down. He slides the boy a glass of water, the usual. "Coming in to get away from the rain? It just might be flooding tonight..." Flynn only shrugs, drinking away at his drink.
"Silent as usual."