Jpzarde
Member
It was a few hours since Ral had first made it to the borders of Calary, the environment was awfully similar to where he had grown up as a child. The hustle, the crowd, the occasional artisan trying to make a coin off of their artistic splash, they'd all contributed to some sort of... return. A return to a time in memory where the path of life made sense, and where the journey through that path was dotted with the love of family and all sorts of friends. A time before the wandering, the contracting, the life which Ral had considered normal ever since he changed. He missed those times and carried them on his back, but nothing could be done about it now, and it certainly wouldn't get in the way of him reaching The Respite.
His cloak acted as his shield, covering his face, his being, gauging his focus and protecting him from the eyes of the city. A tip from another stranger was his map towards his destination, a map which only the mages knew about. Hence only mages in The Respite, a comforting fact. Eventually he found a breach in the barrier of market stalls and supply carts, and made it into the winding alleyway. About a few dozen steps, a turn or two in between, and he was met by The Respite itself. A moment was needed to take in the few details of the building he had to go on, the sign and the chimney smoke. After the brief suspension, he recollected his bearings and creaked open the tavern's door. Stepping inside, he lowered his hood from his face and loosened his cloak, revealing his gear and himself to the tavern.
He'd heard a few good things about this place in particular, a few new recruits and plenty of jobs to be taken up. The familiarity of the environment was all he needed at the moment however, a good look at the place already left him satisfied. He scratched his poor excuse of a beard, buckled his sheath and summarized his content with a smile and a short "Hmph."
His cloak acted as his shield, covering his face, his being, gauging his focus and protecting him from the eyes of the city. A tip from another stranger was his map towards his destination, a map which only the mages knew about. Hence only mages in The Respite, a comforting fact. Eventually he found a breach in the barrier of market stalls and supply carts, and made it into the winding alleyway. About a few dozen steps, a turn or two in between, and he was met by The Respite itself. A moment was needed to take in the few details of the building he had to go on, the sign and the chimney smoke. After the brief suspension, he recollected his bearings and creaked open the tavern's door. Stepping inside, he lowered his hood from his face and loosened his cloak, revealing his gear and himself to the tavern.
He'd heard a few good things about this place in particular, a few new recruits and plenty of jobs to be taken up. The familiarity of the environment was all he needed at the moment however, a good look at the place already left him satisfied. He scratched his poor excuse of a beard, buckled his sheath and summarized his content with a smile and a short "Hmph."