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A horse was truly a rare sight in these days. Indeed save a few wretches working mines where the sun and other elements couldn't get to them they were all but extinct. But Bobby was special and the sight of him was likely far more responsible for people knowing about August. Truth was, that somewhat irked August as much as he tried to repress the injured pride. "That bloke with a horse" is after all not a very grand designation. Still the days when he even noticed that were long gone with the very last bit of youthful innocence of the Knight. Cloak trailing behind him this consideration lasted about half a second for August, the sight of Sando in the distance relaxing the warrior. As it was close enough for him to see individual people he slowed down to a trot and eventually to a walking speed. He had been to the city many times before looking for work or respite but this was one of the few times he had come here in his infant career as a Sunrunner. An interesting call, that. He wasn’t really sure if it was for the best. It was certainly steadier work, and far less often would he have to turn aside qualms about whatever his task was. Of course the pay wouldn’t be as good, but it would be far more reliable and there would no doubt be “perks of the job”, so to speak. At last as the stables were in sight he dismounted, leading his horse over to rest and feed. Once inside he saw a group of strangers which didn’t take particularly long to be identified as his colleagues. “Hmmmm.” he grunted, rasped and respectfully. The man accompanied the noise with a half-bow, before leading his horse into the depths of the building to be taken care of. He made sure to make a mental note of all the people he would be travelling with in his head, before once more half-bowing and exiting the scene. 

Ahh, the city. With all its sights and smells and sounds, life was pathetic in this desert era but it could still be in a strange way beautiful — this was particularly notable after one was weary of seeing the desert over and over again ad infinitum. A child tugged with its greasy fingers on his cloak and with a sigh he flicked the youngling a coin before moving on. Careful not to get his helmet’s horns caught on anything, August made his way to the Tavern where supposedly the Dwarf fellow would be. The little folk were rather interesting in the eyes of the Paladin. Hard working spirit contrasted with greed, ingenuity contrasted with drunkenness, so on and so forth. They were paragons of both sin and virtue much like humans, but they had a greater peak and trough in these it seemed. Very curious indeed. The Paladin thought similar thoughts largely to distract himself from what he saw around him. Poverty and the likes didn’t particularly trouble him and there wasn’t much here anyway, the city was far from the poorest of the land. But there were all sorts of disgusting things offered on the streets, and he didn’t want their mere existence to sour his day. It was perhaps rather ironic then, that August headed for a tavern. But he was thirsty and hungry and so he’d rather go there as a meeting place than a stable where one would… inhale dust? Truly seemed an awful meeting place to him. 

Stepping into the tavern he momentarily scanned its denizens. Many were scum of the sort that rather recently he’d be paid to fight for or with. As always many were simply there for the sense of danger that gave them a childish thrill. With his gleaming full plate it was no surprise that his lone gaze was soon returned by many, but he ignored them as he went to the counter. The place was shorter than expected, by the name and demographics being obviously marketed to Dwarves if not quite to them exclusively. His guess was confirmed when a winged horn tapped a chandelier. Sitting down, he ordered a little ale and whatever fried or roasted dish the place would be famous for. At last he took his helmet off, smoothing down his hair as he set it down in front of himself on the table. While the inverse was probably also true, to a man most Dwarves looked the same. Short and bearded, the colour of hair, skin and eyes along with a few other personally selected cosmetic differences were the only things to go off of. While in theory this was much to go off of, it was not in practice particularly when there were double digits of Dwarves present. Still, eventually August believed he was able to pick out the one he believed to be his desired stunty. With his helmet under his armpit and his nourishments in his hands he went to sit beside the Sunrunner. Too busy eating to formally introduce himself, August began only with a professional nod. After his third or fourth swallow he wiped down his hands still in gauntlets and extended one for Torvin to shake. “Hello. My name is Augustus Olav Tahlen. But you may call me August. I am pleased to meet you.” Very little inflection was used, and having said that he returned to eating for some time regardless of how long it took Torvin to respond, the man seemingly in a mental world of his own. Returning to the here and now, he stopped eating and studied Torvin momentarily. “I recognize that tattoo, Master Dwarf. Tell me why it is crossed out. I would have believed it to be a badge of honour, even if one is no longer in the ranks of the force. I sense that there may be an interesting story to tell before we begin this job, if it is not too much to ask of you.” His interest was quite sincere. Dwarves were a prideful lot from his experience, so to so readily try erase something from history without doing it in such a way none could learn of it (admittedly, with a tattoo this is somewhat harder) was atypical. Then again, August knew one wasn’t likely to find the typical in the Sun Runners. This Dwarf for example seemed more sly, more underhanded, more devious, more… [i]slippery[/i] than the many of his kinfolk that August previously met. Torvin was a leader amongst the Sunrunners, and if he was a leader then he could only wonder what sort of strangers he’d meet in the guild. Of course the fellows he saw at the stables weren’t your average joe, but they didn’t seem very extraordinary either. Time would tell, the man supposed.  
 


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