Snippet #1656092

Ejin had been listening closely as the group organized and disbanded, taking their plans into mind. So, they were hunting bandits in the mountains. How... ordinary. But anything he could do to gain some reputation around here he'd do. He took another sip from his ale, barely choking it down before he passed it to an extremely drunken man at the bar, who accepted it without asking. After most of them had left the bar Ejin decided to exit the tavern. He had no idea where an inn was, but that wouldn't matter until later.

After barely squirming his way past a few mercenaries who'd begun to clog up the door of the tavern, mumbling "Excuse me"'s as he did so, Ejin made off for the stables. Before he entered, though, he saw the captain of the group leaving with a chunk of horses in his wake. That was a good sign... they must have a decent amount of money to afford those. That meant they must do many jobs around here. After the man had gone out of earshot Ejin entered the stable.
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As he left, he couldn't help but think Sold out? How is that possible! Isn't this a farming town? Apparently, those horses were the last ones left at this stable. I'll just have to go on without one, then. He walked to the city gate, pulling out his own map of the area. He had no idea if it was outdated, but he didn't care. He walked into the clearing close to the gate, tapping the area the mercenary had pointed out earlier. He glanced at the roads and tried to find which direction to go, as he was used to navigating the generally straightforward paths of the desert compared to the branching, sprawling paths of the plains.