The past several days haven’t been the worst Rance has ever had. That honor goes to the night he was knocked unconscious during a bar brawl and the subsequent days of recovery that included one of the most painful hangovers he’s ever experienced. However, being dumped through a strange gateway and left to wander aimlessly in a potentially hostile forest on a foreign world certainly comes close. While he would have eventually gotten desperate enough to abandon his few belongings and fly out of there in search of civilization, he also knows now that his exit could have just as easily involved death or injury.
Having a guide had been a boon and he was finally following Maea’s advice after a bit of… unforeseen wandering. Just because he could live in the wild as a raven, didn’t mean he actually wanted to. Walking through Sanctuary was a relief after days out in the wilds. Buildings and crowds were by far more comfortable surroundings than thickets and trees and, above all else, taverns were the most interesting place to be.
It took a few tries, but asking around finally got him fresh directions to VlamVloed. Humble on the outside, Rance wasn’t expecting much, but the interior had his brows rising. Not being a dive probably meant any beds would be clean, at least. Passing his gaze around the room, he spotting a likely candidate for proprietor at the bar just as he was in the act of removing an… animal?... from the countertop. He shook his head, reaching up to rake auburn hair out of his eyes, and adjusted his pack on his shoulder. It was going to be just like any other bar. Negotiating for a room should be nothing.
”Hey, you the tavernkeep?” His voice was low, naturally rough. He wasn’t exactly looking his best either, not after spending several days traveling before finally making it to town, but he’d yet to visit a bar that cared about that.
Having a guide had been a boon and he was finally following Maea’s advice after a bit of… unforeseen wandering. Just because he could live in the wild as a raven, didn’t mean he actually wanted to. Walking through Sanctuary was a relief after days out in the wilds. Buildings and crowds were by far more comfortable surroundings than thickets and trees and, above all else, taverns were the most interesting place to be.
It took a few tries, but asking around finally got him fresh directions to VlamVloed. Humble on the outside, Rance wasn’t expecting much, but the interior had his brows rising. Not being a dive probably meant any beds would be clean, at least. Passing his gaze around the room, he spotting a likely candidate for proprietor at the bar just as he was in the act of removing an… animal?... from the countertop. He shook his head, reaching up to rake auburn hair out of his eyes, and adjusted his pack on his shoulder. It was going to be just like any other bar. Negotiating for a room should be nothing.
”Hey, you the tavernkeep?” His voice was low, naturally rough. He wasn’t exactly looking his best either, not after spending several days traveling before finally making it to town, but he’d yet to visit a bar that cared about that.
