So you walk on. You don't have enough money for a room for the night. You decide to spend the night walking and drinking a pint of vodka. You wander the night streets. The town has a feeling like its after hours from a carnival. What with all the drunken or tipsy souls wandering about alone on in groups. Suddenly you feel a sharp blade pressed against your kidney from behind. You hear a voice instructing you not to move as a long fingered hand starts tugging out your wallet. You drive your right elbow back hard, it contacts ribs and the mollkin robber crys out in pain. You spin with a hard punch to the jaw. The Mollkin bastard is down! You procede to stab him ten times and walk on, still drinking your vodka and enjoying the atmoshere of this town.