Alonso, a tired, dreary little down who was but a shadow of its former self. It was a tiny, sleepy, quiet little down, with its town square being the center of activity. Activity was a generous term, rather the town square was the largest cluster of stone buildings that still stood inhabited and had the safest open space for what little trade there was to take place. Standing at the foot of the square, a few doors away from the Town Hall was the Black Boar Tavern. 

Judging by the size of the tavern, it must have, at one point been a bustling center for drink and laughter, a big two story building with plenty of sleeping space in the rooms above, and an ample sized room on the main floor to support a large bar and several tables of customers, with a hearth at the end to provide warmth and light to the building. Though as of late, the tavern, like much of the town, had fallen into a state of disuse and squalor. Tables and chairs sat empty, some stacked on top of each other to be put away and just left there. Fewer than a dozen souls sat inside the tavern, the vast majority of them being members of the Legion who had the resources and time to lounge around drinking shoddy ale.

On the small porch outside the tavern, little more than a bit of wood flooring and a pair of stools under a wooden overhang, sat Odran, sheltered from the rain as he observed the antics of the Legion in Alonso. His cloaked form rocked gently on a stool, leather rucksack sitting at his side, and a wide brimmed hat of shoddy leather shading his eyes from view. In front of his foot sat an empty bowl, once filled with soup handed out by the Legion, while his hands clutched at a well worn, but well crafted cittern, his fingers strumming idly and softly played [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWnj_Kxwt8g]a simple tune[/url] as he watched them from afar. 

They shouted and gestured and offered a chance at greatness and a full belly as they attempted to entice people of the sad little town to join their ranks. While Odran had no doubt that they'd be able to claim some men and women from this town, most of the spirits in this town were too broken to be of any particular use to any armed force. The majority of this town were just tired souls meandering around until they eventually passed on. 

Odran had no bone to pick with the Legion, and wasn't too keen on attracting the attention of men who were actively seeking for mages to either murder or conscript. It was probably time to move on from Alonso all the same. He'd only been here about a few weeks, but it was plain to see there was little more for him here. Maybe he'd find a caravan that didn't hate mages- or maybe he found one that hated him but found magic useful enough to bring him along.