[center][h2][b][color=f7976a]Vamyr Turambar[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
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It was an odd group, but he relaxed as the elf maiden joined them. He raised an eyebrow at the appearance of the dwarf- their presence was rarer than the elves. [color=f7976a]”Wizard.”[/color] His face paled, finding that word far more disturbing than the antics of the crazed old man. He sat still in the falling snow for a moment. [color=f7976a]”Two elves, a man, a halfing, and a dwarf are called to a bar by a wizard…”[/color] A small smile crept across his face, and he urged his horse forward, offering a respectful nod to the dwarf as he passed. [color=f7976a]”Let us seek the punchline to this jest.”[/color] He didn’t have the money to stay at an inn however. The man had supplies for the road, but hadn’t considered alternatives. It was far cheaper to stay on the road anyhow.

As for finding the inn; Vamyr rode the direction the man had indicated, following the largest street in sight to the nearest inn sign. Dismounting, he tied his horse to the hitching post and gently stroked its nose. [color=f7976a]”I’ll be out to take care of you soon.”[/color] With a pat on the neck, he entered the inn, shaking off a few clinging flakes of snow from his cloak. The day had been long, and Vamyr had still to set camp and take care of his mount. Factors that could likely be heard in his tone when he spoke to the approaching innkeeper; [color=f7976a]”Take me to him.”[/color] It occurred to him that the Halfling could be right- [i]What is it with men folk and manners?[/i]- but even those took energy. He sighed, [color=f7976a]”…please.”[/color]