[h3]Roland[/h3][hr]
The meeting with the to-be-party-members was a mixed bag. On one hand, Roland felt that he'd been relegated to the seat of public enemy #1. Big news, I know. But on the other hand, it would seem that the adventurers were not so prideful and thickheaded not to divulge their job and skillset. At least Roland now has a name to call them with instead of human male A and human male B. A few moments of bickering, err, discussion later, the party decided to call it a night and went to their respective rooms.

Except for Roland, of course. He is a nocturnal being. To sleep at night feels very weird for him, so he decided to take a stroll around Stagcross instead. Unlike the day, the night at Stagcross could be quite beautiful. Because there were not many people living there, the land was quite pristine. Roland could easily see the moon and the stars on the clear night sky. The air, too, was delicious and sweet.

[i]"Ah, now I feel alive again,"[/i] Roland thought to himself.

Moments passed, and before he could notice it, Dawn was approaching fast. So the Dhampir decided it is time to head back to the inn and rejoined the group of adventurers with whom he's supposed to travel with. But to his surprise, he found their to-be-contractor standing by herself by the town's edge. Judging from the looks of it, she was cold and restless, too. Quite the rare sight to see a sorceress in such a miserable state.

"Can't sleep?" Roland asked as he took a seat next to Ana. "If you are worried about the folks not joining your expedition, rest easy. They won't miss this chance even if you told them to. Trust me I tried," he continued half-jokingly. Of course, he was trying to console the lady, but due to his conduct in the evening, he would not be surprised if Ana responded negatively to his words.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" the Dhampir continued, half to distract the sorceress from her worries, and half to stop the conversation from going south. "You know, as a child I always find staring into the stars to be comforting. It made our worries and hardship.. Small by comparison, don't you think?"

Running out of ways to lift the young mage's spirit, Roland decided that talking is not his forte after all, and ended his attempt with a, "We should head back in and warm ourselves up. It won't be good if both magi failed to perform due to hunger and cold, right?"