Wars always made his job difficult, luckily though his kind were generally able to pass through any land unmolested. Sure he might be questioned once or twice but once people knew who he represented they tended to let him pass. For you see Atticus was part of a old and ancient group called Witch Hunters. Their sole purpose was to hunt and kill those who had been corrupted by magic or were using magic for nefarious purposes. 

Atticus was on the road once again heading to some village in the north. He was sent by his order to investigate rumors of a cult that was out and about. His journey took him through some of the places were fighting was more heavy. Though never on the field of battle he was stopped by both sides; often questioning why a hunter was here, his only was response was to hold up a writ that said he was on a important mission to observe and if possible halt a cult. 

A couple days later Atticus had finally reached his destination Shimmer Town. From the distance he could see the bustle of the town, people moving to and fro carrying on with their lives, children playing, farmers working, guards patrol and the odd person here and there preaching or just watching the crowd. Moving closer to the town, Atticus decided against hiding who he was. He wanted the Cult to attempt something against him. It would give him a reason to strike them down all the quicker. Perhaps he would change once he reached a tavern, probably not though. Most people didn't recognize a Witch Hunter when they saw one, since his people tended to be pretty reclusive. 

As he made his way further into the town, he felt a few pairs of eyes follow him though none made a move. Moving further into the town, Atticus kept his eyes open for the local tavern. After what seemed like forever he finally spotted the place he was looking for. Upon entering the building, he was greeted with the sounds of conversation and the smell of fresh food and spilt ale. Moving towards the innkeeper who had just returned from the back. 

The Innkeeper took note of Atticus attire, since you don't see many heavy armored and armed people unless they were guardsman or mercenaries.[color=a0410d]"Haven't seen you here before. What brings ya to town?"[/color] The Innkeeper asked him in his jovial voice. Atticus nodded his head. "Work." Was his simple reply. The Innkeeper gave him a look. [color=a0410d]"Man of few words, I like it. What can I do for ya?"[/color] Atticus looked at the man. "If you have it I'll take a bowl of hunters stew and a glass of ale." The Innkeeper nodded his head. [color=a0410d]"Aye, we do. Four crowns for both."[/color] Reaching into his pocket, Atticus handed the man five coins. "For your trouble." As the Innkeeper disappeared once again to place the order, Atticus sat on one of the stools at the bar and observed the other patrons.