[center][h2][color=red]Sheffield[/color][/h2][/center]

[i]Interaction with [@hotsyrup], mention of [@Ellion].[/i]

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[quote=@hotsyrup]“Come with me. We need to secure the area and make sure whatever got him, isn’t still around.” Her voice was firm but not completely commanding. Lyra looked to Sheffield with her golden eyes, signalling that she was talking to him.[/quote]

[color=red]"Al... Alright."[/color]

That was all Sheffield said to the woman with ruined makeup. His glove was slightly slick with the injured man's blood, but he started wiping that off with some rags from one of his little bags on his waist.

He went outside as he did, glancing back to see if the woman was going to follow, but he had a good feeling she would. Having had an incredibly impassive friend for years, he learned to see and sense [i]at least[/i] a few subtleties in those kind of troubled people. Although he could tell there was not one living danger at the moment, at least not one within feet of the tavern, he kept his mouth shut for the woman's sake.

The young man walked outside and set his satchel down. He put away the rags and started checking himself more thoroughly. His padded armor was too worn for any more quests, but it should be good for something static like guard duty. His helmet was surprisingly unscathed, but he took that off to check for scratches. 

A mop of hair fell down little past the nape of Sheffield's neck. It was an oaken brown, similar to his lighter brown eyes, but fading to the tips was a burning red. It stood out particularly against the light coming from the tavern, though one side of it was matted in dried blood. Sheffield touched that part and decided he can deal with it at a bathhouse. Assuming there was a place like that.

He glanced back at the white-haired woman again to see if she was doing fine, then checked on his helmet, later crouching and looking into his satchel. It was more of large backpack, meant to lay flat against one's back as much as possible. He thought for a moment, looked around, at the roof of the tavern, then at the woman.

[color=red]"Has it been a bad night for you?"[/color] he asked. It probably sounded dumb, but he was still wondering about the mood before.