A strong gust blew over the dirt road, catching hold of Sartorous's cloak and blowing it around him, revealing the pommel of a sword and dagger on his belt. He hugged his cloak closer to him, trying to protect from the cold the night had brought with it. The man walked with a limp, stumbling slightly every few steps. He had a bandage wrapped around the upper part of his right leg. The wind picked up again as Sartorous neared a sign post at a fork in the dirt road. He glanced up at the sign and headed down the left side of the fork. The sign said the town was only a mile and a half away. Hopefully, he'd be able to make it there before it got too much colder or darker. He looked up at the sky. A few stars were beginning to come into view along with a slight shadow of the moon. He estimated it would be dark a little before he reached the town. Not too bad, but his luck could have been better that day. Earlier that day, Sartorous had been jumped while on the road by a few bandits. He scratched at his chin as he thought back on the incident.
He'd been walking along, much like he was at the moment when he heard a twig snap off to his right. He looked over in time to see three people walk out on to the road right in front of him. He sighed to himself, silently cursing his luck. The three in front of him were the typical bandits, brandishing their swords and demanding he pay some imaginary toll that was too outrageous for any normal traveler to pay. And Sartorous answered in the way some storybook adventurer would answer. That got him hit in the face by the big one. He stumbled backward, holding his cheek. Immediately he felt it swelling under his hand. Sartorous stood back up and faced the bandits, who were now laughing at him. Again they asked for a toll, again Sartorous took on the roll of the overly confident and smug adventurer, and again the big one took a swing at him. This time, however, Sartorous expected it and ducked then shoved his shoulder and his full weight into the big bandit's body. The bandit barely budged, before taking hold of Sartorous around the middle and slinging him to the side. He went tumbling across the road. He stood up, brushing the dust from the road off of himself. He looked up to see the bandits drawing their weapons; the big one that had hit Sartorous had a long sword, the lanky-looking one drew a pair of daggers, and the -
He was brought out of his thoughts by stumbling and almost tripping over a rut in the dirt road. He caught himself and looked up to see the small town he'd been headed toward down the sloping road he was atop. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and made his way down the slope carefully, not wanting to fall. He was knocking on the main gate several minutes later. A panel at about eye level opened up in the gate in response to his knocks.
"Wha' do yuh want?"
"Nothing more than a clean bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, and a hot meal," Sartorous said with a smirk on his face.
"Good luck findin' one o' them here," the gatekeeper said with a chuckle.
Sartorous waited as the man on the other side opened the gate for him. He made his way in a little hesitantly due to the gatekeeper's response. He made his way down the single dirt road that ran through the small town. He found the inn with no trouble. He walked in and went straight to the bar, too used to the acrid pipe smoke, musky stench, and general noise to be affected. The innkeeper walked over to where he stood and asked what he would have. Sartorous responded with the same response he had to the gatekeeper. The innkeeper smiled and asked for five silvers. Sartorous fumbled around in one of the pouches on his belt for a minute before bringing out the five silvers and placing them on the bar. He nodded to the innkeeper and then made his way over an empty table. He shrugged off his cloak and satchel on to the chair next to his before sitting down and sliding another chair over to prop his feet on. He glanced around the room briefly before the innkeeper bustled over to his table with a bowl full of stew, a warm drink, and the key to a room.
Sartorous let his feet slide to ground as he thanked the man and took a bite of stew. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't necessarily the worst either. He ate the stew and drank the mug the innkeeper had brought him. He finished the stew in a few minutes along with the warm drink. He felt much better with something on his stomach, especially something warm. Sartorous slid the bowl and mug away from him a little as the door to the inn opened and admitted another patron for the night. One that resembled Sartorous in the aspect that he had travelling gear and a cloak slung around him. He ignored the new patron and looked down at his left hand on the table. He grabbed near the base of his left ring finger with his right thumb and middle finger. There was a metal ring there. An old, scratched, dull metal ring. It used to be shiny and clean at one point, but has gone a long while without being cleaned. He let go of the ring under his gloves and reached under his shirt and began playing with an identical, yet smaller ring hanging from a simple piece of rope around his neck.