Charles would step off from the path that connected the village and his valley, he would look to the sky closing his eyes taking a deep breath from the night sky. The hood he normally wore would be down so he could enjoy the night sky, thanks to not having the sun's irritating rays on his back, granted it couldn't fully destroy him but it still was an agitating feeling. He would be a rare sight in the village, normally only reason for him to show up would be if special herbs or books was being sold all of a sudden, or if he needed regular supplies.. primarily not to seem suspicious even if he didn't need the basic supplies mostly. He would look at the various people going towards the same destination as him, The Hero's Inn. He supposed some was going there to spend the night while others was planning to just enjoy the night before turning in to their respective homes. 

	Charles would give a sigh of relief before heading towards the Inn himself, taking note of travelers that leave the biggest impressions.