Soft patting and the brushing down of leather was subtly mixed in with the sounds of the city as the green-eyed mage neatened himself up, adjusting the strap of his knapsack so it lay flat over his shoulder and double checking the buckle to make sure it was fastened closed. The brown leather gloves that had emerged from within the long hooded cloak then disappeared back underneath as the slender figure glanced either way down a street as he approached it. Standing still for a second and tilting his head in thought, the mage pondered the correct route to where the tavern was. There were plently to choose from dotted about the place, but this one specific place, The Stiltwalker's Fall is the one he wanted to go to.
[color=aqua][i]Erm... Was it beside the stables or was it the blacksmiths?[/i][/color]
He blinked a couple of times and came back to his senses after he heard the sound of something approaching him from behind. Side stepping out the way and glancing over his shoulder to see what it was, the young mage let out an audible sigh when seeing it were just a couple of civilians, a man and woman about 30 or so each in age.
[color=aqua][i]Those accursed Ablated have made me jumpy... I have to calm down... I'll be easier to detect if I'm nervous...[/i][/color]
Leaning back against the wall behind him, the green-eyed youth closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose, holding it in for a couple seconds, before exhaling and reopening his eyes at the same time. He then continued on his way, crossing the street.

A couple of minutes passed before that familiar stench of the Frowthorn caught his attention. This was a good sign, as it meant he was close. As soon as the young man had smelt the herbs, did he now 'feel' them. It was difficult and very dangerous to explain. A lot of the civilians in this city agreed with the way Emperor Gabriel Val M’ahr III ruled his kingdom and that made being a magic user incredibly risky. Death was the less harsh a punishment if one was caught. Just look at the Ablated... They were the unlucky ones who got caught. No, it was safer not to try and explain how magic worked. Getting to safety with the main priority. Following the scent, the green-eyed mage made his way to where The Stiltwalker's Fall was located and once he arrived, the young man peered up at the sign hanging over the door and smiled to himself. It was good to see this thing again, as bizarre as it was. Making his way inside, the place was pretty barren as usual. Some familiar faces where here and others were not. The barkeep was here though and some other stranger.
[color=aqua][i]Hm... The back of his head is awfully familiar.[/i][/color]
But the mage pushed those thoughts aside as he heard the barkeep speak up, his voice projecting in the mage's direction.
[color=a2d39c]"Oi, Yasuo! It's about time you showed up! You got a bar tab to pay off!"[/color]
The barkeep said with an air of annoyance to his voice. Leather padded boots creaked across the wooden planked floor as the mage walked up to the bar and brought his hand up out from under his cloak to tug back the hood of his attire.

[color=aqua]"Yeah yeah, keep your wig on old man. Here, I got something for you."[/color]
The mage had thick brown hair, shaggy and untidily brushed back using both hands. His fringe fell down either side of his face just past his chin, framing his features. His eyes shone brighter now that they could be clearly seen, a piercing green. Tossing part of his cloak over his shoulder to create a makeshift cape, the young brown-haired man pulled the vase of fresh Flowthorn out from his garments and placed it down carefully on the bartop.
[color=aqua]"Here you go, fresh from the Lich Marshes. That should keep the Ablated occupied for another month or so."[/color]
The barkeep was visibly frustrated. He seemed torn between accepting this as payment for the bar tab or rejecting the Frowthorn and asking for gold instead. The mage caught onto this and he smiled that innocent 'i'm a trader' smile of his and waved his hands in surrender.
[color=aqua]"Okay okay, take the herbs and here's some gold. It's not much but it's all I can give right now."[/color]
Snapping open the buckle of his knapsack that rested upon his left hip, the mage rummaged inside before pulling out a small purse of coin, handing it to the barkeep.
[color=a2d39c]"Hrmp... This isn't enough to pay off your tab."[/color]
[color=aqua]"I am well aware of this and I'll pay you back in full and then some, if my next job pays off, alright?"[/color]
[color=a2d39c]"And what exactly [i]IS[/i] this next job, boy?"[/color]
The mage's innocent smile flashed to a smirk and he glanced at the Shaven Headed Man sitting nearby.
[color=aqua]"Some things are best kept a secret, am I right?"[/color]

Without another word, the green-eyed youth turned his back upon the pair of them and proceeded to take a seat against the wall on the far side of the tavern, almost directly opposite the entrance. Here the mage sat down, removed his knapsack and placed both elbows onto the table, his chin burying within his hands as his sharp eyes locked themselves onto the entrance of the tavern, not shifting away from it the once.