(Going the extra mile and giving yall some ambiance music ^^)
Tavern Music
It was a cloudy day in Briarhart. The city was of a smaller, sleepy sort of town, but it offered respite from a harsh bog just a few miles away. Fog would often roll in, making the streets much more sinister than they seemed. Usually, the town was anything but.
Usually.
A hunter by the name of Silas Erya had just received his drink and was pondering over his papers. He was getting on in age, that was evident by the gray in his long hair and beard. Despite this, the man was still able bodied and fit. He wore leather armor with patches of metal sewn into more vital areas. A sword could be seen at his hip, a knife on the table and a crossbow hanging off his belt. He seemed pensive as he poured over the notes on his table. One could see gruesome sketches, with names and dates written next to them.
After a few seconds, he took a drink, his eyes sweeping over the tavern in the meantime. He was to meet the travelers he'd hired soon. He didn't like asking for help, but he doubted this was something he could do alone. Too much ground to cover with too little time.
Currently, the tavern itself was bordering on empty, though, that could change in an hour or two from what he'd heard. Currently, there were five other people in the tavern itself. An enkidu in a heavy cloak along with a young man dressed in robes sat at the bar. The enkidu's head was resting against the bar their catlike ears would twitch every so often, but that was honestly the only sign they hadn't drank themselves to death. The young man was simply reading, not having touched his now cold food.
There were two men on the verge of an argument towards the back. If shady had a look, they would fit it perfectly. Silas often found his eyes wandering over, simply to make sure they weren't plotting anything. Finally, off in the corner by herself sat a morose looking woman sat, staring out a nearby window. She'd been there for quite some time...
Tavern Music
It was a cloudy day in Briarhart. The city was of a smaller, sleepy sort of town, but it offered respite from a harsh bog just a few miles away. Fog would often roll in, making the streets much more sinister than they seemed. Usually, the town was anything but.
Usually.
A hunter by the name of Silas Erya had just received his drink and was pondering over his papers. He was getting on in age, that was evident by the gray in his long hair and beard. Despite this, the man was still able bodied and fit. He wore leather armor with patches of metal sewn into more vital areas. A sword could be seen at his hip, a knife on the table and a crossbow hanging off his belt. He seemed pensive as he poured over the notes on his table. One could see gruesome sketches, with names and dates written next to them.
After a few seconds, he took a drink, his eyes sweeping over the tavern in the meantime. He was to meet the travelers he'd hired soon. He didn't like asking for help, but he doubted this was something he could do alone. Too much ground to cover with too little time.
Currently, the tavern itself was bordering on empty, though, that could change in an hour or two from what he'd heard. Currently, there were five other people in the tavern itself. An enkidu in a heavy cloak along with a young man dressed in robes sat at the bar. The enkidu's head was resting against the bar their catlike ears would twitch every so often, but that was honestly the only sign they hadn't drank themselves to death. The young man was simply reading, not having touched his now cold food.
There were two men on the verge of an argument towards the back. If shady had a look, they would fit it perfectly. Silas often found his eyes wandering over, simply to make sure they weren't plotting anything. Finally, off in the corner by herself sat a morose looking woman sat, staring out a nearby window. She'd been there for quite some time...