[@ MonsieurShade]

Roland nearly tripped as he heard another voice, it was a deep voice, yet somewhat strange to it's tune. Roland turned around just to see a tall man, his brown skin and tall statue showed that he wasn't a native. Roland guessed he would be for the southern isses but that was a guess into the blue. The man overthrowed Roland in height but his lean, muscular build stood in contrast with the rather fleshy body of Roland. While both seemed to have endured manual work, the lean build was that of a fisherman while Roland's board shoulders hinted towards the farm work he did in his past.

So while the strange, born skinned man would weight around 80-90 kg, Roland would best him with additional 10-20 kilogrammes even thou he was shorter.

And it was exactly that weird though that Roland's mind created and let him pause for one second too much, just to create a short uncomfortable silence. You know, those kinds which let you wonder if either you said something wrong or the person you talked to is just utterly mute or useless. 

Roland blinked three times before he finally answered [color=39b54a]"Uhmmm there was a goldfish I wanted to catch but my rod broke just a while ago, so I guessed, I could try it differently"[/color].

It came across his lips without thinking and so Roland was a tad suprised  as he heard his own words leaving his mouth. Roland then directly moved his head from left to right.

[color=39b54a]"But you must be mistaking me! I just got here, I freshly arrived via boat. The maiden at the counter therefor mentioned other hunters, so it isn't me! Maybe there might be another one?"[/color]

Roland looked around as he would be in search of the potential other hunter and then shrugged helplessly.

[color=39b54a]"We might meet him anyways! You know I will....change and then grab a warm butter-beer to get the wetness out of my bones, I would not mind companionship right now"[/color]

Espacially companionship which isn't laughing about him. There are some people you like immediately, some whom you think you might learn to like in the fullness of a time and some you simply want to push away with a sharp stick. Roland had all urges at the same time towards this new person. He wasn't a fan of persons to begin with.

Quickly Roland headed inside his cabin and atleast took off his armour, stashed away his gunlance and so revealed a woolen tunic and leather pants, the tunic was red with yellow patterns, typical from his heritage. He just grabbed a towel and dried himself a tad while he would arrange his armour carefully on the small table, allowing it to dry.

[color=39b54a]"This must be Thursday"[/color] said Roland to himself, sinking against the wall. [color=39b54a][color=39b54a][color=39b54a]"I never could get the hang of Thursdays"[/color][/color][/color]

Moments later he stepped out of his room with a dumb smile on his face, the towel, wrapped around his shoulders and his light steps leading him towards the feline kitchen.