Vel Anir was...dark and oppressive compared to Elbion. Or so Voph thought. But no one in this city really cared what he thought. He was only in this City because of the caravan he'd partnered with for his latest bag of coin. His last book had been surrendered, and a new one purchased, his sword sharpened, and a tear in his tunic mended. He had no need to stay here any longer. It was time to find another job to take him away from the city, and out into the wilds. He now strode through the streets looking for a likely place to seek new work.
The Square had a number of shops and services that sellswords like himself could make use of. Where such things were, Sellswords were often close behind. Where the Sellswords were, there was work. Or at least, that's how it had been in Elbion. Voph suspected he wouldn't be so lucky here. He paused at the door of a nearby inn, contemplating his options. Regardless of how well his current task went, it was getting late. He'd need a place to spend the night. Moments later, he was pushing the door of the inn open. He peered around from under his drawn hood, taking a moment to survey the crowd. For the time being? He was content to stick to himself.
Food and drink was obtained, as was a table in the corner. Voph sat with his back to the wall, hood still drawn to offer a small degree of privacy and anonymity. He didn't care for big cities. Well, He didn't care for big, strange, militarized cities. But perhaps that was just him. As he ate, he mulled over his options. Did he need a new job at this exact moment? If not, what was his plan? Voph chewed in silence. With any luck, he'd find work. He'd worry about the rest tomorrow...
The Square had a number of shops and services that sellswords like himself could make use of. Where such things were, Sellswords were often close behind. Where the Sellswords were, there was work. Or at least, that's how it had been in Elbion. Voph suspected he wouldn't be so lucky here. He paused at the door of a nearby inn, contemplating his options. Regardless of how well his current task went, it was getting late. He'd need a place to spend the night. Moments later, he was pushing the door of the inn open. He peered around from under his drawn hood, taking a moment to survey the crowd. For the time being? He was content to stick to himself.
Food and drink was obtained, as was a table in the corner. Voph sat with his back to the wall, hood still drawn to offer a small degree of privacy and anonymity. He didn't care for big cities. Well, He didn't care for big, strange, militarized cities. But perhaps that was just him. As he ate, he mulled over his options. Did he need a new job at this exact moment? If not, what was his plan? Voph chewed in silence. With any luck, he'd find work. He'd worry about the rest tomorrow...