It was here...It was now he was here. Caim had said this to him self every-second he drawn breath. It was now the time was right and the world is at the moment of time. He was not in this tavern to drink nor to celibate. He was there for one reason and that reason was it was time.
In the sky the star had shown the right pastern...His brothers spoke of a day like this one...A day where one might be needed. Caim sat at the end of the Tavern with a token bear on his table that he was int touching. His presence spoiled the very mead that was on his table. But he knew that it was time to be here. For soon someone or somebody was going to need him.
Caim had traveled from the north here. After fighting off a goblin attack on a key-outpost for the Northern realms he had seen the star's on the cold northern sky that he was going to be needed ells where. For it was his cursed when he abandoned he way of Father Manus and his underlings. It was no longer a world he could ignore. His aura damping spell had made it possible to sneak here without problems from any magical sensitive creatures...Sadly it was wearing off as the spoiled mead would indicate. He normally never touched food for this matter alone but now it was important to hide.
Sure enough he sees a man enter the Tavern. Man speaking in a strange tong that he hadn’t heard in ages. He listened keenly waiting on the moment where he would be needed.