Snippet #2573069

Despite her need to confront the man who she once considered a brother, Eilin was glad that he chose to not follow her. She needed time to cool off and gather herself together. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that it wouldn't do that much good. The anger she felt at the sudden revelation of his race could not be simply snuffed out by an evening stroll. Still, anything was better than sitting across from him and listening to his demands for answers.

Little did she know that even with her absence, Sverre was attempting to gain more information on her whereabouts.

“That she is, and for a steal of a cost too,” the serving girl answered, her voice just loud enough for Sverre's ears. She leaned over to gather up the mug that Eilin had abandoned on her way out.

“She's a lone wolf, that one,” she went on as she straightened back up, placing the mug on her tray to be taken back to the kitchens. “Barely a word from her until you showed up. What happened between you two anyway? Been a long time since I seen that much anger in someone. And after you chased that rotten pile of dung from her too.”

“Oy! Some of us are trying to drink here!” A male voice rang through the pub. Seated at the bar, one of the men held up what was likely an empty mug as he hollered over to the serving girl for her attention.

“Simmer down, Remis!” the girl called back at him, waving him off. “I'll get to you in a minute!” Huffing out a breath with a roll of her eyes, she turned back to Sverre and shook her head.

Meanwhile, Eilin rounded her way through the streets, her gaze drifting over the village around her. It was much quieter now that darkness was falling. Though many still stared as they passed her, there were less people to do so.

When she first left the inn, Eilin attempted to track a pair of footsteps that she had been certain were Sverre's. However, the trample of the early evening crowds had all but wiped large parts of the trail clean. After about twenty minutes of attempting to pick the trail back up, she gave in. There was not much she could track once the darkness fell anyway. Instead, she decided to head to the edge of the village.

There, at the gates, she climbed a ladder and was able to get a descent look out over the plains and the forest line where she had come from mere hours ago. There was no trace yet of the approaching demon pack. With any luck, they would end up following a different path through the forest and emerge well out of the way of humans. However, Eilin knew that it was a long shot to hope for such an outcome. Demons went where their food source was and this village was ripe for the taking.