[color=007236][u][h2]Vellion Hurst[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Outside Eye of the Beholder.[/COLOR]
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Heavy snow crunched under the approaching footsteps bringing a new figure out of the darkness and closer to the bonfire. A lean young man with a dark messy mop atop his head. He wore simple yet clean travelling attire, perhaps a but lightly dressed for this weather but he didn't seem to notice. The reflection of dancing flames shone brightly in his eyes as he gaze intently at the bonfire with a sense of nervous curiosity as thought consume him. 

Vellion scrunched up his toes in his new boots as he tried to imagine what it was like owning more than one pair. The last owner of these sturdy shoes surely must have, either that or he was walking around here somewhere barefooted. The young thief-turned-ranger found it hard to give up his old ways and while taking shoes from someone who had two pair didn't bother him, there was a twinge of guilt about the cat. That wasn't part of the plan.
He quickly dismiss it as he pick some fur caught between his teeth and cast his dark gaze around over the other people standing by.

Every smile, every laugh, every cheerful conversation seemed like a direct insult to him and what he had been through, what he had lost. Even the smell of the food, which he thought he would crave, made him feel ill. It was the tavern however that caught his attention most and called to him. Sure it was a different one and at a different place, but still it's presence brought so much pain and turmoil to his memories. Memories he didn't want to let go of. Pain he felt he deserved to feel. 

So, subconsciously keeping a wide birth from the fire pit he slowly made his way towards the 'Eye of the beholder', unsure why or what he was looking for.  He just knew he had to keep moving. Try to stay one step ahead of that bastard fate. He was obviously wary of anyone he passed on his way to the doors.