Snippet #1328261

The water felt good on his new bruises, and Dynn decided to stay in the bath for a long while. With a cloth over his eyes and his head pounding from whatever horrid alcohol he'd consumed the night prior, Dynn was only dully aware of the sounds of the other hunters awaking and getting ready for the day's ride. That wasn't too disconcerting, considering he had bigger fish to fry. The jig was up on the whole prim and proper charade. The senior hunters probably all knew by now that Dynn wasn't much better than an adolescent; Horny and impulsive.

It took an act of willpower to remove himself from the water and it's comforts, but the bath was already beginning to cool and being sick on a hunt wouldn't do at all. The young man dressed quickly, armed himself and pulled up his hood before exiting the room. He'd made sure to tidy up and gather his personal effects before vacating. Almost running down the stairs Dynn had almost overlooked the innkeeper who was waving him over. The older man explained the situation and reiterated that the now cooled tea sitting on the counter was meant for him, and in no way poisoned. Or so he'd been told. Being informed that the stuff had been brewed by a witch didn't help the cause either. It only took a moment to come to a decision.

"I'll pass, thank you. I left a couple silvers for Sheila's tip, please do make sure she gets them." Without any further comment Dynn exited the establishment.

The innkeeper stared after the boy as he departed with a knowing smile. "I don't blame ya kid. Wouldn't drink anything I didn't brew myself personally...but...Sheila!" He called, the redhead appearing from her room in the back almost immediately. She looked worn and slightly flushed. A young man who had been with the large party that spent the night slunk out behind her in nothing more than his undergarments. The innkeeper loosed a profound sigh and closed his eyes. "Girl. You've got to stop bedding every halfway decent lad that walks through my doors. Honestly..."

Outside Dynn, shrouded in his cloak ghosted amongst the amassed riders and geared up his horse. When passing Esther he couldn't help but smirk and nod to the girl. "Thanks for the tea. I feel much better now." Silently the Pointer trotted his ride up to Montagna. He was sure to keep the hood low as not to reveal his new marks. "Further down the road or through the forest path? Either way looks suitable, although we'd find less snow under the treeline."