Snippet #2584560

Not yet ready to turn in, Sverre debated tracking down the huntress or leaving her be for now. Opting for the latter, he waved a brief farewell to the barmaid, assuring her he'd be back before it got too late lest he disturb her or the innkeeper. The air was cool around him, the demon glancing up as snow began to fall anew. The town was slowly but surely quieting down, people turning in, finishing dinners. Children were undoubtedly being tucked in after a good night story or whatever it was parents chose to impart on their spawn at day's end.

While the street wouldn't be too crowded and thus a safe enough place to observe his surroundings, Sverre instead picked the inn's rooftop as his post, sneaking up onto the building with ease. No one ever thought to look up, so even if he hadn't paid attention to be quiet and unseen, it was unlikely anyone would notice him before he could hide and make it to the top. After a moment of debate, the demon perched himself beside the chimney, hiding himself in it's shadow and casually using it's brick wall as a backrest.

The guards earned a roll of his eyes, the dark haired male noting their lax behavior as a result of complacency and a long spell of peace. They had their human troubles surely, but he doubted the guards had seen much more than an occasional bandit if that. Travelers on the road were at higher risk of danger than just a common village. It made sense why they were so at ease, but it was still stupid in his opinion. A guard should be guarding, being ready just in case something should happen. Keeping up appearances so would be criminals would think twice about causing trouble. Otherwise, what was the point of them?

Sverre smirked, a nagging little temptation to interrupt their peaceful evening with some disturbance more than just a little appealing to him. He would've done it, but after going through it in his mind, the man was sadly put off from the idea once he considered the consequences. Sure, it would be undoubtedly satisfying and teach the bufoons a lesson, but he would pay for it. He didn't particularly want to be kicked out of the village, and while he cold sneak in- that would be too much trouble. Besides, no matter how capable and accepting he was of living outside and left to his own devices, Sverre was a sucker for a nice bed. He indulged in homey comforts and shelter whenever he had the opportunity, and the satisfaction wasn't worth a loss of a dry, warm place to sleep. A shame humans were so flighty.

While Sverre could tell there were definitely demons not far from the village, they were of little concern to him now, and he was satisfied that they were still far enough away that he could wait before scoping them out. Besides, sleep seemed like a pleasant enough of an idea by now.

Before he could make his way down from the roof, Sverre caught sight of none other than the huntress from before, coming back to the inn at last. A unconscious smirk spread across his lips as he remained perfectly still, watching her approach and then disappear from his sight as she went inside. Good girl, she was back where he could keep an eye on her. He wanted answers, and he wasn't about to let her leave the village without giving him some.

Sverre waited a few more minutes in absolute silence before descending back down from his perch, into a tree, and then back to the ground. Now he deemed it time to get some rest before huntress-stalking in the morning.

Walking in to see the barmaid removing her apron for the night, the demon smiled at her again, waving a hand in a casual greeting before heading up the stairs to the room indicated for him. With the turn of a key, he was inside his cozy little cave he had had the good fortune of staying in for the past four days. Kicking off his boots and shedding his coat, and belt, he flopped back onto the bed with a contented sigh, propping his sword against the bedstand before finally allowing himself sleep.