Andrei leaned against the wall outside the inn, and pulled out a pouch of tobacco and a strip of paper. With a deftness the belied his thick fingers he rolled himself a cigarette but didn't light it. His revenge was close at hand, all he had to do was find that gods be damned necromancer! He would have his answers dammit! An then that monster would pay, pay for his family, his village, and the life that was stolen from him. Looking down he realized that he had crushed his cigarette. Hastily wiping off the remains he forced himself to calm down and rolled another. It would happen in time, but he would have to be patient.