Once again, he found himself in another town, that held a big tournament that his Brother entered, it was one of the ways, they earned money to live as they did. They had found a decent Inn that had a pub that was connected to it.
Zoran had found a nice booth that was in the corner of the room, where he sat reading a book her found on the rituals of a darker place. He made sure to keep himself in a position that he could see the front door, but at the same time he can have peace within the shadows.
Now, and then the maiden that had been serving him, would ask if he needed more tea and he’d accept anther refill and the occasional meat pie to nibble on as he learned new spells. He quietly placed his first finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose as he gently rubbed the slight headache that was approaching.
It had been a long travel to get to this town and it was taking its toll on him, it didn’t help that the smells of smoke from pipes and the loud laughter from those patrons in the room. Zoran removed his hand from his face and gently closed the book again as he rested back in his chair, his hand gently turned the mug of tea gently around, watching the steam rise into the air.
He wondered how Somrak was doing in his Tournament, he was very good at Archery and so he was sure he’d be winning some great prize, but time will tell.
Zoran had found a nice booth that was in the corner of the room, where he sat reading a book her found on the rituals of a darker place. He made sure to keep himself in a position that he could see the front door, but at the same time he can have peace within the shadows.
Now, and then the maiden that had been serving him, would ask if he needed more tea and he’d accept anther refill and the occasional meat pie to nibble on as he learned new spells. He quietly placed his first finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose as he gently rubbed the slight headache that was approaching.
It had been a long travel to get to this town and it was taking its toll on him, it didn’t help that the smells of smoke from pipes and the loud laughter from those patrons in the room. Zoran removed his hand from his face and gently closed the book again as he rested back in his chair, his hand gently turned the mug of tea gently around, watching the steam rise into the air.
He wondered how Somrak was doing in his Tournament, he was very good at Archery and so he was sure he’d be winning some great prize, but time will tell.