[color=ForestGreen][center][h1]Vamon[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] Tavern
[color=ForestGreen]Interacting With:[/color] Mention Sala & Vala[/center]

The smell of a warm meal was inviting to say the least. Vamon pulled out the copper pieces and presented them to the man with a bit of a bow, before moving himself and his food to a table away from the centre of the room. Eating could be somewhat of an exercise when you had to hide your face. But he started enjoying his meal none the less, only moving his scarf aside to take a mouthful and placing it back on his face between each one. He usually wasn’t one to drink ale, but from time to time it was acceptable. Especially considering this towns view on alchemists made him feel much safer than he had since he had started his exile. But as he ate, he found himself getting a little distracted by the table with the large dog. He couldn’t overhear their conversation, but he was a little interested as one of the girls pulled out a potion. She seemed to be giving some of it to the dog, which was a little odd to him. But perhaps it had been injured? 

His interest soon faded though and he went back to focusing on his meal, though a thought did stick with him. As he had just found out, potions were far more expensive than a town like this would have in generous stock. It might even be fair to assume that most people in the town wouldn’t have any potions at their disposal. So that said, it raised a rather interesting question. Who were these girls? 

[color=ForestGreen][I]“Perhaps they were travellers like me”[/I][/color] He thought as he cautiously looked the girls over. Their clothes looked pretty odd so they defiantly weren’t locals, they even looked quite extravagant. They reminded him of clothes that noble women would wear in his days in Belizarius. They were quite different in design, but it had been a while since he had seen clothes of the sort. But that said, something else about the girls seemed to remind him of his time at home. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but something about them seemed familiar. He thought hard, but he defiantly hadn’t met them before, he would defiantly remember such a meeting. He soon realised though, that he had been staring. He put the thoughts aside for now, opting instead to return to his meal. 

As he ate, he pulled out his book of secrets and began reading through his previous notes, deciding to distract himself from his previous thoughts. He found it to be a good way to keep his thoughts in order if he re-read his old notes on a regular basis. That way he could potentially spot anything he had missed, or perhaps even realise a previous mistake thanks to some new information. After a while he had become engrossed enough in reading that he had forgotten to replace the scarf over his face as he ate. Thankfully he had picked a table as removed as he could, but it was still a careless mistake on his part. A mistake that he wouldn’t become aware of until he finished his meal. 


As he ate, he pulled out his book of secrets and began reading through his previous notes. He found it to be a good way to keep his thoughts in order if he re-read his old notes on a regular basis. That way he could potentially spot anything he had missed, or perhaps even realise a previous mistake thanks to some new information. After a while he had become engrossed enough in reading that he had forgotten to replace the scarf over his face as he ate. Thankfully he had picked a table as removed as he could, but it was still a careless mistake on his part. A mistake that he wouldn’t become fully aware of until he finished his meal.