He had been here for two days now, but Andri was still a bit surprised about how well developed this quaint little village was. There were a lot of things that he thought he could possibly need at some point - and it appeared that just everything was available right here: a blacksmith, multiple taverns where one could eat and drink, a large body of water nearby that likely offered additional opportunities to relax, churches... - Well he could go without the latter one if he was honest. His parents had taught him to send up a prayer on a daily basis, but he had pretty much forgotten about that over the course of the last years.
There was so much on offer here that he was still spending a lot of time on inspecting it closely. Was it worth the price and would it be up to the level of reliability he had become used to expecting ? So the assassin was still roaming around on the streets, leaving huge footsteps behind. The next item on his makeshift list: one of the taverns. Andri stopped and probed his pockets. There had to be that wonderful feeling of some round pieces of metal hidden somewhere... It could just be a matter of time as there were so many pockets to search. He had become so used to wearing his leathery gear that he felt comfortable in it even when he could have worn ordinary cloth instead. It just needed an adequate amount of care, but he had been a peasant or a tailor for most of his life, so he could fix almost everything about it himself.
Oh... there was something! Not much, but it would suffice for one or two mugs of beer. He mentally assured himself that this weren't his last coins. There was more in a stash in that tiny dwelling place he had been able to arrange and where he had currently stored all of his weapons as well. So... there was nothing to worry about. He stepped in, ducking his head when passing through the doorframe. When the man progressed towards the bar, one could get the impression that his back was loosing cohesion as there was strange movement beneath his clothing. Andri whispered sideways into the hood
"Please, not now Sin!" and gently nudged the serpent's head so the creature would move it into a less exposed position. Now he could pull back the hood.
Two quick eyes scanned the room: Which of the stools was closest to a wall and would allow him to take a comfortable posture ? He found one that that was a bit of a compromise, ordered a beer and sat down. From where he was, the assassin could survey almost the entire room, especially the entrance, but relaxation came first. That other thing was a habit he tried to suppress right now. He took a deep breath of the stale air. His stomach signaled hunger, so probably he would leave it at the small mug he had and go for something to eat instead. Sometimes he envied his snake: Sin required so much less to eat and so less frequent...
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