[center][h3][color=f7941d]Yuri[/color][/h3][/center]

The sound of his boots on the cobblestone streets of Seren's Folly was a welcome change to Yuri's ears, as was the sound of the towns people going about their day. To long they had only had the company of the crunch of gravel and leaves, a combination that one gets tired of after a while on the road. It was not a hard journey to the small town, but a necessary one nonetheless, a fact Yuri was keenly aware of as his near empty coin pouch shifted on his belt. He needed a contract, sooner rather than later, and this town held the most promise (at least according to multiple sources that were met on the road). As he neared the more crowded parts of town, Yuri shifted his traveling pack and scythe as to not impede any of the townsfolk as they bustled around him, playing out their daily routines. 

But as he tilted the scythe, his action was met with the sound of ruffling feathers, and an annoyed warbling sound. Peering up at the top of the weapon, Yuri's eyes met with those of the crow, who had made itself quite at home sometime into their journey. Yuri breathed in as if he was about to say something to the lazy avian, but instead simply shook his head and continued on. 

Turning down a couple streets Yuri continued his stroll, not honestly looking for anything in particular, a notice board, anything like that. But finding nothing like that, he continued on until he accidentally bumped into someone. Staggering back in surprise, sending the crow into the air from the sudden jerk of motion, Yuri saw that who he had run into was a young man who was carrying a small package. [color=f7941d]"Sorry, sorry."[/color] Yuri stammered out as the man collected himself and also apologized, saying that he was also at fault. He continued on to introduce himself as an apprentice baker, Yuri responding in kind by introducing himself as a hunter. The baker nodded and asked "So your looking for the bar then?" 

Yuri must have looked confused, even beneath his hat, as the man laughed and pointed up the street, giving Yuri directions to the bar in question. Thanking the man Yuri hustled off in the direction indicated till he came to the establishment. Walking inside, Yuri set his folded scythe down with a thud, as well as his pack, as he took a stool at the bar. his feet ached, his ankles ached, and all he wanted was a drink at this point.