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Damian wandered to the next open room as he heard the rushed sounds of cleaning. He walked in and stared at his reflection in the water of the basin. "I shouldn't have. Farmers distrust people who interfere in bandits' business. However, whether the woman had a child or not I wouldn't have tolerated what they were about to do." He said to his reflection as he scooped water and splashed his face to clean it.

He then started to brush his hair with his hands. Gathering it all up in one hand and taking a strip of cloth in the other, he began to tie if in a tail. "There, I'll look a bit neat for the next couple of days." He muttered to himself.

He wandered back out of his room, walking back to the main area he discovered his mug refilled and one of his coins returned. "My change?" He questioned aloud as he took it with one hand and stared at it for a minute or two before looking around the empty inn, save for the woman by the fire and he placed it back on the bar area of the Inn. "Keep it, you'll need it more then I do." He gave a small smile of sincerity as he walked to the fire to warm himself, his green eyes looking dull like a tired and weathered green leaf.

"Rare to find places of rest like this anymore in my case." Damian muttered to himself. He felt however, a twinge of uneasiness. The woman in the chair next to him felt like she had something on her mind, and he was the subject of it. His main instinct told him to go for his sword but it was tied to its sheath.

And to him, for good reason.