The strong smell of smoke mixed with the cutting air of night brought Relic a strange comfort. The worn-down bar he was in was just like any other in the slums.
The slums... One of the few places that reminded him of home. Perhaps not his home, but most of Hell lived in similar squalor. The Ruby Fortress was, of course, one of the few exceptions. It was almost enough to make him homesick, but it mostly just made him sick. Between his parents, who were eternally hateful towards each other, and his own people, who were violent and repulsive, Relic needed a break. Even if it meant nothing else than meeting new filth and hate, he was happy to be away.
Although he was trying his best to blend into Evelon culture, he couldn't help how he was raised. He knew he was haughty and careless around people who could harm him, but he was also learning from his mistakes. For the most part he could blend in rather seamlessly, at least he dressed commonly enough to cover his devilish looks. That, more often than not, kept people from looking too closely at him.
There was no better place than the Slums when one is looking to be ignored. Plus there were a few less rules in the Slums, at least where the underworld was involved. Should he want to have any fun, the city was at his disposal. Relic couldn't help but smirk into his drink, hadn't he come here to get away from his life before? There were some things that he could not forget, no matter the amount of alcohol he consumed.