Arent stirred from him slumber to see the starry night sky, to which had been his companion as he dozed, was now replaced by a clear blue sky and the sun. Unwrapping his cloak he stood from the base of the tree which had served as last night's bedroom, unlike many he had no qualms regarding sleeping outside, a childhood of doing so will do that to you. After a brief stretch, and brushing the twigs off his forest green cloak, Arent set about walking the remaining few miles into the village.

Thinking of the little he knew about his allies to be, he mulled things over, 2 humans, 2 dwarfs, 2 elf's. Humans were no trouble, after all he or she would be his kinsmen, and his experiences with dwarfs had always been filled with merriment and drinking. Elfs didn't really bother him either, expect, that whole magic business didn't feel entirely fair. By way of explanation, he could dodge arrows and parry blades, but how in hell does one go about blocking a ball of fire?

The village was now coming into view, acrest a short bump in the road, what Arent saw worried him. Surely they would arm the gates, in this time of trouble that was becoming more and more important by the day, but alas the guard posts stood empty. Pulling his hood, he slipped to the shadows behind a building, which like all others among the town was showing little or no sign of life. As he surveyed the town, a few things became clear, there was no immediate threat and no sign of any of the rest of the party. 

As he slumped against a wall and began to chew on some dried rabbit meat, he thought about why he'd undertaken the quest. Ever since his fathers death he had sought adventure, and it had sought him back many times, was he determined not to die like his father, a poor nobody in a village far from anywhere? He dismissed such thoughts with a scoff and was considering catching a few hours more sleep, but something caught his eyes. An apple core, fresh by the looks of things, only just turning brown. Immediately he was on his feet and striding across the small square in the centre of the town, taking a subtle approach he leaned around a corner and saw a well armoured human, and one who oozed far more experience than a town guard. 

He was considering introducing himself, but decided he would really rather catch a little more sleep. Slipping in between a narrow ally between two houses, he sat against the wall and once again wrapped his thick cloak around him, pulling his hood down to obscure the worst of the bright morning sun. Quickly he fell into a shallow slumber, and dreamt a strange dream full of dwarfs and giants.

Awakening, he saw a beautiful elf walk past glowing yellow. Wait..glowing? Was he still dreaming? He sharply slapped himself across the face, leaving his cheek a shade of crimson and then grimaced, okay, not dreaming. He got to his feet and saw she didn't approach the other human, but instead headed towards the banks of the river. He entered the tavern, which was empty, devoid of any barkeeps or punters alike. Helping himself to a mug of ale from a barrel behind the bar he left some coin on the counter and stepped into the gradually warming morning sun. The dwarfs can't have arrived yet, because surely any dwarf in their right mind would be in the tavern. For now, Arent was consent to sit outside the inn in the morning sun, he settled in for a long wait and finished off the mug of ale.