Time: Dusk Location: River Port-Inn by the Sea Interactions: none Mentions: Bowyn [@Helo], Rue [@Potter], [@Potter] Saoirse , Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], [@Kazemitsu] Kharne [@princess] Annya, Raven [@Tae] Equipment: [hider=Foot Soldier basic travel pack] [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b9f228ea-194f-48a8-be0f-f65f03e2c9d6.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Medical kit] medical kit: [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a539cfdc-30a8-4054-9a10-04f71d19311b.jpg [/img] [/hider] [hider=Foot Soldier weapons] Throwing axes x2: [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/677ab232-8d47-4b15-8009-7b1522e7c0e7.jpg[/img] Mace: [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a4a7e515-9d4b-4cb2-bfe6-f24c148bb5ea.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Foot Soldier Armor] [img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1e03edbe-fbe7-435a-8243-07271b086e18.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Foot Soldier Shield] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/77f5094e-7dc2-4325-9200-24679b77a725.jpg[/img] [/hider] 884 Amas. Arn had retraced his steps back to the Inn by the Sea. Ironically, this was the same inn that his target princess was staying at. Maybe the would have run into each other. If the young dwarf had returned promptly enough to see the giant of dragonborn with demi human in tow or if he had returned late enough past midnight when the light elf princess had given up search for the white-haired lass that had so passionately left causing the entire group to follow and leave him gawking at the aftermath. His short legs moved him along at an even pace. He had no rush to return to the Inn and he was actually trying to still find Bowyn. His promise to Rue not having been forgotten. Thankfully, as he rounded the corner he noticed that not only Bowyn and Rue but two other person’s waited outside the Inn. The soldier took a step towards the group and then his whole body went rigid as if he had been struck by some sort of spell. He felt a heavy weight that was proceeding from his heart. The cause? Rue’s friendly greeting to all when she approached. It was obvious, even at that distance, that the white haired lass was happy to see her friend. The other two people seemed to also welcome her. All in all, the party seemed to be well acquainted with each other. Arn could not bring himself to darken the obvious light mood. He took a step back, then another and finally turned and headed back the way he had come. The young medic found another stall or two that offered street snacks and he nibbled on them absently. Food was always welcomed, at least that is how dwarf’s thought. Eventually, the meandering streets found him back at the sea side Inn. This time, there was no cheerful group. [color=0054a6][i] “They probably went to enjoy themselves”[/i][/color] He figured to himself. He pushed open the weathered door and realized the group would probably occupy the rooms rented by the pretty winter fairy. [i] [color=0054a6]“After all, they are friends, why would they not stay together?”[/color][/i] He reasoned again. His steps were heavy as he moved to the innkeeper and requested a room on his own. The young dwarf made his way towards his room. There was naught else to do but lay down and go to sleep. The morrow would bring a different day. He came into his new small room. Taking off his armor he laid back unto the adequate bed. Looking up onto the rafters, he placed his hands behind his head and sighed. His mind raced. Here he was alone. The prospect had a dreary resonance. A dwarven Legion draws its strength from the unity and uniformity of the dwarves in it. Each member relies on the dwarf to the left and right of them. To the front and rear of them. Very little has changed in the long centuries of training. This means that a young dwarf such as he and a veteran such as his father,….foster father?...the term was confusing, could operate in synch. [i][color=0054a6]“A legionnaire alone is no more than a pebble to be tossed but a legion is a mountain, strong and steady.”[/color][/i] He repeated the lesson’s learned as a young cadet. So why had the king….his father?, the term was confusing, had sent him alone? Unknown to him, he could sympathize with the humans. Despite being an Avalian, even Riverport was an unknown world to him. Far from the old rites and customs of his people. Dwarves never truly strayed too far from home. Those that did were a different breed. Despite his vast amount of differences from his own people, Arn was very much a dwarf. He needed the company of like minded individuals. He needed their support. He needed to feel like he could support them. He was not good being a pebble that could roll along a river and find itself in the ocean. He very much enjoyed being part of the mountain and would have been happy. Sleep did not come easy. If it even came at all. Last thing he knew, he was staring up at the ceiling hoping that Rue would not worry about him not coming back. Next, he woke to the sounds of wood groaning. It sounded as if somebody was trying to twist the rafters off from the room next door. Whatever it was, it was heavy enough for the wood to beg for mercy. Dawn light began pouring from the slight holes in the old window dressings heralding the beginning of a new day. The young soldier sighed again and woke up feeling wearier than when he had laid down the night before. Finding the basin and jar of water on the small dresser in front of his bed, he rinsed off the travel dirt and worry from the day before. He took extra care to freshen up his red beard and brushed his hair into a half ponytail. He wore a dark red tunic over black pants and a padded black brigandine with silver studs. He swung his thick leather belt round him and let the two hand axes in their sheathes. The soldier knew that he may not need them but it may help forward his image of a soldier. If he had need of them, the pair of axes would serve him well in a close combat situation. He took one last look at himself in the polished brass mirror and sighed again. Arn opened the door. He was not sure if he hoped to run into the winter fairies of if he dreaded it. After all, he had stayed in the same inn so perhaps there was a unconscious part of him that still hoped for a glimpse of his former travel companions. Again he hoped Rue would not be too worried and walked off. He did not know what lay ahead of him. He did not know what would be his end. He did not know where his meeting with the light elven princes would lead him. All he knew and could do was follow yet another lesson he had learned as a cadet [color=0054a6][i]“march…put one foot in front of the other. Simple as that.”[/i][/color] [hider=deductions] -14 Amas for food -20 Amas for room =850 Amas [/hider]