Snippet #1835879

Maros stepped lightly through the swaying grasses, smiling gently as they seemed to leans towards him as he passed. He trailed his free hand absently through the taller bits and what few bushes were on his way, but otherwise he did nothing as he approached Rifien. He looked over the man, noting the large blade and various bits of armor that he wore. Maros, no novice to battle, recognized that if he were to fight her and now, he would likely lose. Then again, the seemingly simplistic man really had no reason to fight, as Rifien had done nothing to provoke him, nor had he done anything to harm the wild. Not that Maros knew of, that is.

"My business in Mintold? Is that where I am? Huh. Anyways, I'm simply coming out of the wild to stock up on some supplies like salt and other such things that I cannot find in the forests. If you'd like, I can travel in with you. Two people out together are less suspicious than two individual wandering, in these times." He chuckled and then tucked the staff through the straps of his medium-sized pack, letting it rest between the leather and his back so that his hands were free.

"Trust me, I'd rather just get in and out, rather than be picked on by some bored city guard. Knowing them, they'd likely stop you, but if we enter together and get stopped, I can say I hired you to protect me as I traveled, since I only have this fancy staff of mine. I would have my bow, but I left it at camp..." He trailed off, growing slightly whimsical and light with his voice, almost as if he weren't all there, mentally. It was, in fact, very close to the truth, though he was feeling a slight current in his mind that was similar tot he currents of plant growth around him.