Snippet #1906238

While the barbarian and the drunkard were at the height of their conversation, Kayben decided not to mess with them. He had learned from his experiences that both were very... Belligerent.
But as he listened, the barbarian was quite amicable, and was interested in the type of singing and bellowing that befitted inns. How nice... Eh, he's not worth the trouble.
So he listened eagerly to the conversation that occurred between the two. After a few seconds, it got rather monotonous.
"I'll be outside if you need me," he said to no one in particular. And with that he ambled outside. He received the sight of a very strange looking-man with a katana healing a horse with some sort of magic. What a very expensive katana, that seems... I'll see if this one is very authoritarian. But judging from the demeanor, he must be one of the exotic folks. Ah, too bad. I need someone to annoy. The caravan leader?
"Greetings, fellow Linatian. I have to ask something about--"
"I am too busy for a simple peasant to bother with me. Off with you, now!" Kayben's eye twitched.
"Peasant, eh? A simple peasant, that cannot hurt you. That has no political clout, yes, I'm sure."
Now nervous, the leader replied, "Yes, a peasant like you should not b-be talking to me. I'm a very--"
"Rich man? Nice coin purse." Kayben stalked off, waiting for the response. It was rather violent. Purple with rage, the man reached to take a dagger from his belt. And guards were now coming from all sides, blocking him in.
"Hands up, thief, or deal with the cold steel of my blade." A random guard. Kayben obliged. There was no need to aggravate these men further. He had already proven his point. With a leery grin, he handed the purse back to the caravan leader, but made sure that the knot was loose. He now threw the purse at the man. While everyone was distracted, he slipped his way out of the knot of men that had grown around the guards.
Har har... That sure is good sport.

After walking to the stables, he saw the strange man from before. Kayben paused for a bit before allowing himself to slip to the shadows of the stable, staying stock-still. Hopefully that would conceal him.
The barbarian from before soon walked in and sat on a pile of straw. He was a rather loud fellow, one that he would like to converse with. See if the folks of the village from which he came would need any help in some way. Stepping out of the shadows, Kayben sat next to the very large man.
"What a nice inn, don't you think?"