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Garbed in his usual large brown cloak, Grey stared down at the road as his horse plodded along. A journey of many days was coming to an end for the ranger, and he could feel the relief of rest just around the corner. Though the sun had beat heavily down on his cloak during the day, dusk approached to stave off the heat, and the path he rode wound and wove between many of the luscious green trees. Each canopy he passed beneath brought with it a refreshingly cool wave of air, certainly welcome after a long days travel. His horse seemed to be in high spirits, surprising considering it's long travels with heavy cargo.

As he neared Bosfyrd, Grey slid smoothly off of his horse to one side, boots raising a cloud of dust as he landed hard on the dirt road. He kept a firm hold of the reigns as he walked, leading the beast of burden with care. He glanced at it briefly, thankful for it's use. Grey had called in a favor from an inkeeper with whom he was familiar to borrow the animal under the condition that he deliver the animal along with an assortment of goods to the owner of the Scuffed Boot. Two debts taken care of at once for the inkeeper, it seemed. Luckily the deal worked perfectly for Grey -his destination was that very tavern in hopes of making contact with one of his family.

Grey's heavy brown cloak trailed in the dust as he walked, picking up a lighter color at the edges. He cared little, despite the value of his cloak. Simple and cloth, few outside of the ranger would find it particularly useful, but Grey found it to be perfect in every way. The sheer size of the cloak not only masked Grey's stature, it allowed for the concealed storage of Jael and Zarall, his weapons that would be otherwise conspicuous. And while it was uncommon to see one wearing a cloak quite so large, it often went unnoticed due to the sheer simplicity of it all. The fact that it was lined in pockets that facilitated easy storage of survival supplies was just another benefit. 

Grey finally reached the heart of the town, and lifted his hood. The sun was fading quickly, and he didn't want to look like trouble. Just the opposite, in fact. As a farmer passed, likely returning from selling his crop, Grey gave him a curt nod with a bright smile. He was rather surprised to find the farmer didn't return the gesture, simply kept riding along with a scoff and an annoyed look. This brought a concerned frown to Grey's face as he continued to lead his horse. "Things have changed, it seems." It had been some time since his last contact with the brood of Brand, and longer even since his last visit to Bosfyrd. "Perhaps," Grey thought as he approached the front door to the Scuffed Boot. "This was a mistake. What guarantee have I that my brothers and sisters still gather here?" He shrugged as he entered the tavern, leaving the negative thoughts outside. Better to go in positive.

As he walked in, he caught the eye of a young serving girl -one he knew in a very biblical sense from is last stay in the tavern. He motioned her over with a quick nod of the head, drinking in the rich scent of alcohol in the place. As the girl approached, he leaned in close and told her of his horse bearing supplies he had tied to a post outside, and bade her to inform Joren Muttle, as well as giving the man his own personal regards. He had done work for Joren in the past, and considered him to be a good friend. 

Business concluded, Grey took a moment to absorb the atmosphere before taking a seat at a stool. The tavern reeked of warmth, both literally and figuratively. The first thought that came to mind for Grey was a memory of a warm hearth at home, safe and secure. As he looked around, the sense of security dulled just the slightest bit. He recognized many faces among the patrons, but was rather worried by the amount he saw that were entirely alien to him. His eyebrows knit in concentration for a moment, before he allowed the feeling to pass. His expression returned to his usual smile -warm and inviting. While his adoptive family was entirely adept in the art of stealth, often becoming nigh-invisible in the forest, Grey's stealth skills took on a different visage. Rather than hiding in the shadows and vanishing, Grey hid in plain sight, always looking as though he belonged exactly where he was.

As he leaned back in his stool, fingers interlaced behind his head to support it, Grey scanned the tavern briefly. His eyes soon locked again with those of the serving girl. He raised his eyebrows, and she gave him a smile before ducking behind the counter across the room. When she again emerged, it was with a pint of sweet smelling liquid, an old favorite of Grey's. She handed it to him with a playful smile, and though she tried to deny it first, Grey insisted she take his payment. The ranger gave her a wink as she left to serve other patrons, stuffing the coin into a purse at her hip.

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