[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

Once Kythor had awakened, he secured everything of value to his person and went for a quiet walk throughout the city. Although the relatively quiet and bitter chill was a harsh contrast to the loud yet warm mead hall, Kythor had found this small exercise to be somewhat refreshing to him. It was a reminder of what he was working towards, a brief glimpse of the world beyond civilization. Before, it had seemed much closer, but now that his traveling group had gone their separate ways, it felt as distant as ever. Eventually, he'd be back in the wilderness where he belonged, away from all of the noise and the hustle and bustle of the city. Of course, most of the people had fair reason to busy themselves this morning: the sacrifice of warmth to the Frostmaiden was coming. Even his own kin, the people of the tribe he was a part of, held such an event with great reverence and care. As a result, he didn't imagine now would be a good time to start knocking on doors and asking for jobs. He was still a stranger to this town, and he imagined most people wouldn't be willing to spare him the time to chat. Not this night, anyways.

Thus, once he returned from his morning walk, Kythor entered the mead hall once more. Rubbing his hands together, he approached the bar and procured two silver, dropping them on top of the bar. [i][color=beige]"Some knucklehead trout, if y'wouldn't mind,"[/color][/i] Kythor sighed, pushing the coins forward with his finger. As he waited for his breakfast, another figure entered the hall, their arrival announced quite bombastically. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the new arrival: a gnome. The fact that he was still wearing his scarf and still had his hood up were all that hid the surprise on his face. For somebody of such short stature, his entrance had certainly magnified his presence by at least threefold. When the gnome approached, Kythor quickly wiped the surprise from his face and began to untie his scarf, removing it just as the gnome had asked why everyone was so dour.

[i][color=beige]"I take it you're new to these parts?"[/color][/i] Kythor asked out of genuine curiosity. [i][color=beige]"There's a lot on the minds of the people of Good Mead. Tonight's the night 'a the full moon,"[/color][/i] he explained, leaning forward on the bar. [i][color=beige]"That means the Frostmaiden's coming to collect her dues - good for her, but not so good fer the rest of us, yeah?"[/color][/i] he added with a chuckle. [i][color=beige]"Then there's also the fact that the Speaker of the town got killed by a verbeeg who'd come and helped himself to a cask of some of Good Mead's, well, mead, so that's also been keeping people's heads busy. Town's lookin' for someone to recover the mead, probably looking for someone to bring 'em the head of the giant too, I bet, but that sort of stuff's way above my head, so I'm trying to not give it a whole lot of thought. In any case, I guess it'd be pretty accurate to say that these people are in a bit've a bind, hence their gloominess."[/color][/i]