The mercenary of the wind shook the captain's hand firmly, satisfied with how the bartering had went. He nodded and rolled the unwanted pelts tightly and slid them into his sack. "Very well, I'm thinking I'll meet you back here a little after dawn tomorrow!" With that, he placed the rest of the money down on the make shift counter and turned to leave, waving over his shoulder as he adjusted his pack. 

[i]'Well that could have been worse'[/i] Darious thought to himself as he climbed the steps of his favored inn for this city "The Wheelhouse" It was a clean, respectable inn with a welcoming grand hall and bar situated on a hill overlooking the rolling planes that led to the jagged mountains he would find himself so buried in for he next few days. Well he hoped it would only be for a few days in any case.

 It was in a quaint location, "The Wheelhouse" was, and Darious had often complimented the owners for their keen eyes. It overlooked the rolling plains and great mountains on one side, and the bustling central hub of the market on the other. While the great palace could be seen as well.
He greeted the inn keeper and the serving girls with a warm smile, as he always did and before he was even seated, Linda, one of the serving girls was picking her way through the tables with a mug of mead. "Ahh Linda!" he greeted with a smile as she set the mead in front of him " I've got something for your mother with me" With that he retrieved remaining pelts from his sack and handed it to the striking redhead and at once, her eyes danced over the pelts as she smiled. "Thanks Dar, She's not in right now, but I'll make sure she gets it OK honey? Will you be needing a room as well?"
[i]'Honey?'[/i] Oh if she only knew! He smiled at that thought then replied "Yeah, but only for tonight, oh and a hot bath for this evening too please!" She nodded slyly, as if lingering on some taboo thoughts, and then jotted down his order for lunch before disappearing into the kitchen with the pelts.

As always, the meal was impeccable, and after another glass of mead, Darious gave Linda his order for the rations he would take with him into the mountains and once it was all paid for, he secured his pack in his room and was gone again into the market. 

He had pointedly noted on his previous journey how bored he got of eating berries and mushrooms and the few small hares he had snared so he had decided to get himself a hunting bow and some arrows which would allow for hunting larger game that made for better eating. Now this mercenary was no marksman of course, but he had enough skill with a bow from his earlier years to hunt and so he set out in search of a local Fletcher and purchased a hunting bow and some arrows.

When Linda's mother found out what he had paid for something like that she scolded him the way only motherly folks do and explained that there were several bows he could have chosen from in her storage cellar and through her insistence, he returned the bow to the Fletcher 'You take that lousy thing back this instant young man' she had said. 'Waste of coin' she had blabbered and so, he was given one from the inn in exchange for the pelts he had given them. That bow was finer than any he had seen at the Fletcher so he gladly accepted it. 

Darious looked over his supplies as the girls drew his bath for him, Everything was ready. Tomorrow he would be off again, but tonight, he would rest in full comfort. The bath was heavenly, the dinner even more so and the bed, oh the bed, He would sleep like a king that night.