Aremir lurked in the shadows of the city, failing to ignore the ominous foreboding that had been with him since he walked through the front gates. He hadn't come here for any reason in particular, aside from simply feeling that back in Bhathairk he had been staying in one place for too long. Now that he was here, he was already beginning to regret coming. The journey was long, although not pointless- he had taken on too many bounties lately in familiar locations, and would rather go somewhere he wasnt recognized to let tempers cool down. However, time and time again his journey was halted, as he passed caravans, wagons, squadrons, and more heading his same way. The first few he had greeted along the road respectfully and with a smile on his face- but they had kept their heads down, and faces obscured. After that, he had taken to the underbrush, avoiding being seen by the strangers, and making sure to speed well out of their sight. The journey had the awful feeling of a land on the verge of war, despite the rather small town not having any particular conflicts.
Yet, he reminded himself, even as he hoped his instincts were wrong.
Despite his misgivings, even northern rangers cannot simply hide in the shadows forever, waiting for something to happen. Especially not after a long and tiring journey of two fortnights. With both caution and fatigue, he entered the inn, keeping his head down, and his eyes wide open. His nerves could not decide if there were too many people there or not enough, but either way he felt something was wrong. Paranoid, paranoid, he scolded as he approached the bar.
"Whichever drink you recommend most." he told the barmaid, speaking softly. She regarded him suspiciously before complying, pouring him a ceramic jug filled with a thick, amber liquid. Aremir tipped as generously as he could afford; he really did need the jobs he had come here for, but did not mean to make enemies so soon- even out of the bar staff. After being served, he slunk quietly into the corner keeping his hood up, and surveyed the inn.
It was oddly busy, he finally decided, for a comparatively small town. Not busy enough, however, for him to go completely unnoticed. His eyes glinted as he stared back at the gaggle of suspicious strangers, some of which were already turning their backs to him in favor of their conversation, others seeming a bit more interested in the newcomer.
They are just the locals, and recognize me as an outsider, he thought. I hope.
Yet, he reminded himself, even as he hoped his instincts were wrong.
Despite his misgivings, even northern rangers cannot simply hide in the shadows forever, waiting for something to happen. Especially not after a long and tiring journey of two fortnights. With both caution and fatigue, he entered the inn, keeping his head down, and his eyes wide open. His nerves could not decide if there were too many people there or not enough, but either way he felt something was wrong. Paranoid, paranoid, he scolded as he approached the bar.
"Whichever drink you recommend most." he told the barmaid, speaking softly. She regarded him suspiciously before complying, pouring him a ceramic jug filled with a thick, amber liquid. Aremir tipped as generously as he could afford; he really did need the jobs he had come here for, but did not mean to make enemies so soon- even out of the bar staff. After being served, he slunk quietly into the corner keeping his hood up, and surveyed the inn.
It was oddly busy, he finally decided, for a comparatively small town. Not busy enough, however, for him to go completely unnoticed. His eyes glinted as he stared back at the gaggle of suspicious strangers, some of which were already turning their backs to him in favor of their conversation, others seeming a bit more interested in the newcomer.
They are just the locals, and recognize me as an outsider, he thought. I hope.