[center][h3]Eusine - Galloway[/h3][/center]

The monk was on his way back to the tavern, disappointed by how unsuccessful his day had been. Eusine had woken up very early, just as the sun had started to show itself in the horizon, slowly covering the dark city in a light yellow tint. Like every morning, his routine was comprised of meditation, followed by a light breakfast and some martial arts training. After that, Eusine had gone out into the city, talking to the smallfolk and the guards, finding out as much as possible about the beastmen and if there had been any sightings. 

He was told plenty of stories, but most of them sounded more like made-up tales than actual sightings and facts. People loved to gossip, exaggerating and making up stuff to make their stories sound more interesting than they really were. It was a custom that Eusine hated and did not understand the need for. 

On his journey so far, he had yet to see any signs of beastmen ravaging. There were plenty of supposed sightings and witness reports floating around the land, but Eusine had yet to see anything that proved there was truth to the stories. However, he doubted his brotherhood would sent off their best warriors just because of a few tales, so there had to be something happening somewhere. Something dark and dangerous. He tried to leave his disappointment behind him. If needed, he would leave Galloway on the morrow, in the hopes of coming across something of interest on his path to the next major city. 

Eusine turned a corner and the tavern he was staying in came into sight: "The Retired Sword". It didn't offer much, on the other hand the monk was used to leading a simple life, which meant he was not in need of any luxuries.

As Eusine entered the building he was greeted by the warmth of the fire and the smell of meat and spices. It had been quite some time since his last meal, a light, but delicious onion soup back in a little shop in the town's square. The monk's stomach started grumbling, so he approached the man behind the counter, ordering an ale and some meat and bread. The young man fetched him a tankard of ale, and told the monk to take a seat while he prepared his meal. Eusine observed the room. 

There were plenty of patrons, some sitting by themselves, others were hanging out in groups, exchanging stories and gossip. Having had more than his share of fantastic tales for a day, Eusine decided to sit down in a lonely corner, where he could eat and drink in peace. A young man who was sitting a few tables closer to the wall made eye contact, and Eusine smiled and nodded back, he didn't want to appear impolite.

His meal arrived shortly after. When Eusine took a bite of the spiced meat, he could feel how his mood slightly improved. He looked out of the windows, obeserving the slowly setting sun...and started to wonder what the next day might bring.