Adelmar knew that his return to Brugge was likely to be an unpleasant one, but he hadn't been expecting anything like this.
From a ways off, the quadroon observed the goings on in the outskirts of the city with a quiet but boiling sort of indignation, barely resisting the urge to get himself involved in the chaos and telling off the guards that apparently had nothing better to do than harass innocent civilians. The last thing he needed was to be thrown in jail before even giving a single speech, and, for that matter, he wasn’t sure there was much he could do for those who were currently ‘under fire’ from the boorish humans that were kicking them out of the city. He felt disgusted by the behavior of his ‘fellow’ humans, as, despite having some elvish blood, he hardly looked it, though he supposed that was probably for the best in terms of his own safety. And, as it was, he was beginning to question whether he’d be safe enough in Brugge at a time like this - which was an ironic thought for someone whose primary objective in life was to stir up the public and attempt to make large changes in the views and values of the majority.
Letting out a tired-sounding sigh, Adelmar absently ran a hand through his hair as he tried to devise a safe and inconspicuous way to get himself into the city, as it seemed that, at present, he would likely have a hard time not catching someone’s attention - he had a rather memorable face, after all. Quite suddenly, he caught sight of someone on horseback not too far away from him, and they seemed to be hesitating about entering the city at a time like this as well. After a slight hesitation, the bard decided that, if he was going to enter the city, he might as well do so with someone else, and, for that matter, he could use an ally in a relatively unfriendly place such as Brugge. With a renewed sense of determination and a pleasant half-smile on his face, Adelmar approached the stranger at a casual pace, doing his best to seem unconcerned despite his inner apprehension.
