[h3][color=66ccff]Norton[/color][/h3][hr]Norton sat on a table near the edge of the Cracked Tankard, eyeing his drink with much scrutiny. In truth, he was ruminating about what he wanted to seek in this town. The good deeds he had accomplished in his previous months as a squire tossed out into the world had been disappointingly minor, though he worshiped the goddess of order and thinking of it like that was questionable. All he had to show for himself was light armor with some scrapes to it and no money. He hoped that this ale would at least have been a worthwhile purchase, seeing as the men outside of his order seemed to treat the beverage as a deity. 

He took a hearty gulp. Norton was no stranger to ale, but the kind he drank when training alongside his superiors was watered down and awful. His eyes widened in frustration as the drink struggled to remain in his stomach. This wasn´t watered down and awful, it was in fact amazing! He could tell some parts of the creation process were probably less than pleasant, but he furrowed his brows, gaining a further understanding of the outside world. 

Around him the tension had begun to rise with all of the warriors present, many of them tightening their weapons or spitting in displays of bravado. [color=66ccff][i]If disorderly conduct were to happen here I´m unsure if my lone strength would be enough but... Lumen... if this is what you have sent me here to act upon, then I am not truly alone.[/i][/color] He tightened the grip on his weapon as well, so lost in thought that he hadn´t considered others noticing.