[center] [color=39b54a] [h1] Darunia [/h1] [/color] [/center]

Darunia grinned at the snide remark. [color=39b54a] "Clever one, aren't you?" [/color] Darunia responded. [color=39b54a]"Sadly you'd have to pull more than that to get under my skin... Very well, then. I suppose I'll follow you two."[/color] They say that greed can drive a man to do many things, but it takes a honeyed tongue to guide the path. Clearly, Darunia's tongue was a bit lacking today. Regardless of who was taking him anywhere, he needed to go inside. These two could threaten to kill him at his destination, and he'd still be just as willing to follow them as long as it meant staying out of the painful rays of the sun.

On the bright side, he had at least learned something from this chance encounter. All of the guards he had seen thus far looked young, and if there's one thing that Darunia was aware of more than anything else, it was that age was a good sign of experience. These ones looked to be incredibly young. In the future, he might need to make use of this lack of experience. On the flipside, he also presumed that this little incident of his would not go unnoticed. He was not too sure about how much stock would be put into the words of these recruits, but he would have to be cautious if it spread. Immediately burning the bridges of the common guard was no way to start a new life in a new town, especially when he had as little as he did. 

At his destination - the Drunken Dragon, according to the sign outside - he paid the two guards a very brief and tired glance. After all, this was something he could have done himself, he supposed. For the time being, he needed to sit down and take in everything that had happened so far. He sat down at a table by himself, taking a deep breath and rubbing his eyes. The harshness of the light outside was so unbearable... Darunia could still feel his eyes burning despite walking inside. He needed to collect himself for a moment. The long travel here had fatigued the Drow, especially due to his disdain for the sun. He began rubbing his face furiously, as he began to hatch a plan for what his next move would be.

Obviously the first step would be to secure a place to sleep. He wasn't too sure how high the cost was to live here, and given his status as a Drow, he could ensure that a place to live would come at a much steeper cost than normally. Coin was not the only way to inflate the price of a home, as Darunia was very well aware. What sorts of places would be free for him to use as his own? Try as he might, Darunia realized he was simply too tired to rack his brain right now for an answer. He needed to just come up with a bare bones idea of his goals, and he'd have time to sketch them out further at dusk. His next plan was to get something to protect himself. All he had was a very distant surge of arcane energy he could manifest, but even that was something very convoluted in the mind of this Drow. Mastery of this technique, referred to as the creation of "dancing lights," was something that was typically taught to those who serve the matriarch of Drow clans. To master this technique was to ensure one's place in righteous servitude, avoiding the often-deadly label of uselessness.

Maybe taking the old hag's altar wasn't such a good idea, in retrospect.

He knew that he likely stood little chance in actual combat against the men and women in this town. Much like how he had seen this place as an area of opportunity, he was also aware that there was always a bigger threat than he. Men and women who were stronger, smarter, and quicker than he was. Darunia gritted his teeth in aggravation. Nothing has changed! After a moment of reflection, he sighed. Of course nothing was going to change immediately. He had to give himself time to grow, and learn. He had to become better, and it would take time. All he could do for now, though, was come up with a plan.

A sigh escaped his lips, as he rubbed his face. This was getting to be too much for him right now. He was frazzled and tired. Perhaps a drink would help. In fact, Darunia decided to take the opportunity to make this a positive experience. He could call this a drink in celebration of his new life, and of a potentially new home. Darunia approached the bar cautiously. A single misstep could have potentially disastrous results, in a literal and figurative sense. [color=39b54a]"Excuse me,"[/color] he said, with as jolly a smile as a tired and mildly pained Drow can construct, [color=39b54a]"I was wondering what you had in terms of drinks, as well as the rates on your rooms."[/color]