[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/4744aee2-23ca-406b-a294-f131990520ca.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Annan (Docks -> Inn)
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	Life comes at people in strange and interesting ways. While most people attempted to weather this change in their own ways, the people of the Circus tended to move right along with that change, while still maintaining their individuality and panache. That last part was important, panache. Vital to their existence as a people. But that was not the pressing issue of the hour; Vladimir had panache and to spare. The issue was the sudden alteration of the script, by means of Ludwig. That would be the example of life coming at him in a way that was strange and/or interesting. 

	The thing was, Ludwig was their guide. Though he didn't make any sense to anyone else half of the time, he seemed to make perfect sense to himself. When it came down to it, that was really all that Vladimir needed him to do. The esteemed Master Zimmer was less of a [i]guide[/i] and more of a [i]divining rod[/i]. Whichever way the stick pointed him, he was going to go. There really wasn't a choice in the matter. The Great Bazhooli tread in the direction indicated. To do otherwise was counterproductive. And considering that Vlad was the one who had mentioned food, it was at least half his fault that they were going in the direction of the tavern at the outskirts of town. Well, decision made. 

	[color=B22222]"For maybes, Constantin Firevalker. Am not believing that ve have given the fishes of England fair chance. But not now, vhen ve must ride hard over land. Is big chance. Great Bazhooli takes advice of Master Zimmer. Stopping into taveren. Taveern? Vhat is... Ta-Vren. Ahshitz, INN. Ve go to Inn. Get bites, be on vay."[/color] They were already supplied, thanks to their provisioning from their port of departure. Unfortunately, it was also the last time that Vlad had eaten, and he wound up depositing all of that across the deck of the merchant vessel they had originally booked in an example of [i]Epic Russian Yarkblaffery[/i]. So yeah, he was hungry. [color=B22222]"You are vith me?"[/color] 

	Vladimir flashed a big smile and nudged his horse in the direction of the tavern indicated by the German. Upon arrival, he handed the reins off to persons responsible for handling such beasts along with a local coin, and strode through the doors of the eatery/house of lodging.