Rouen looked hard at the priest. He shifted his gaze to the wall behind him. There were several papers attached to it. [i]"Okay thank you,"[/i] he replied curtly to the man. Other people seemed to be trying to talk to the priest so Rouen maneuvered around them to look at the board. 

He searched the wall with a finger for anything mentioning a cave. [i]"A help board? Well that is a new idea,"[/i] he thought looking at the variety of requests. Many of the requests seemed juvenile, like petty thievery or missing pets. They were jobs meant for squires and the local guard force. Things that were of no interest to Rouen at all.  

He found what the priest was talking about.[i]"A cave eh? Well hopefully I get the luck of the draw this time around,"[/i] he thought. [i]"I wouldn't be surprised if what this priest thinks a remnant is turned out to be another overgrown solitary fay creature." [/i]

Rouen had searched many caves, abandoned houses, and valleys in the past nine months of travelling. Most of them were just that. Caves, abandoned houses, and valleys. Occasionally he would run into some fay creature like an ogre or harpy. Even then the majority of them were fairly harmless. None had actual Remnants.

He sighed, [i]"Well this is the only information I have so far, maybe it will actually lead me somewhere." [/i]However, as he turned around a smile grew on his face. 

[i]"Back to the field,"[/i] he thought happily thinking of this next part of his journey. The field was a term he used for where the action occurs. It was where battles took place, quests were completed, and history happens. Rouen didn't care if this cave turned out to be just some abandoned spookhole. He was a knight. The field, whether it be some cave, castle, forest, or a plain landscape was his duty. It was where he found his purpose.

He walked toward the bar where there was an empty bowl of soup and half a mug of ale. Shuffling through his pouch he put down two silver coins. Looking at the big man who looked like the bartender Rouen said, "This should cover the stew," he said. He then put another silver coin down, "And this is for the lady. Please pass on my compliments."

He turned and it looked like people in the bar seemed to be crowding over the message board. [i]"So many people willing to help each other. This may be a fay tavern but the community seems to be healthy. It must be the human aspect,"[/i] he thought.

His eyes shifted to some of the more conspicuous folks. There was a woman wearing a robe made of a swirl of vibrant colors. [i]"She must be important, I've only seen diplomats and high nobility wear such expensive gowns,"[/i] he thought and couldn't help but admire her figure.

He next looked at the one-armed village girl and glared. [i]"Bah, someone will teach her manners one day. I shouldn't overreact like that again, it is beneath my station,"[/i] he thought. 

Smile on his face, Rouen turned towards the tavern door and began to walk onto the road.