[center][color=AntiqueWhite][h2]Haireth Chattaway[/h2][/color][/center]
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Haireth was trying to catch the attention of the barmaid, who was hurriedly passing drinks left and right. All the riding today had made him rather tired, and he knew tomorrow he would undoubtedly be sore from his saddle. He was used to staying in the city, accompanying the Queen, and while there were frequent training exercises he oversaw and participated in, he knew with his age he was no longer in his prime, but still a veteran nevertheless. He knew the countryside by heart, and he was going to live, damnit. He knew he pushed himself too hard today in an effort to widen the distance from Vestan and himself, but he knew his body would be able to recuperate. 

The Barmaid finally noticed his efforts to flag her down and came scurrying over. Her face was a wash of freckles and ringlets of copper hair bounced as she moved. Her green eyes glimmered cheerfully, 
"What can I get for you?" 
[Color=AntiqueWhite]"Two flagons of whatever you got left."[/color] 
She nodded and briskly paced back, going behind the bar counter. Haireth turned to Avyanna. His eyebrow arched when she talked about 'personal experience' [color=Antiquewhite][i]Of course. What did I expect?[/i][/color] 
[color=AntiqueWhite]"Agreed. We should be safe here,"[/color] He leaned in closer to her, [color=AntiqueWhite]"I suggest we take off in the early hours of the morning while everyone else is asleep. That way no one here will see our departure."[/color] He kept his voice low and watched the barmaid come their way with the drinks. 
Haireth smiled and tipped her before taking the drinks from her hands. He pushed the other flagon towards the shaman. [Color=AntiqueWhite]"We shouldn't drink much, but here, for tonight,"[/color]