Vendras

[b]Deadsnows  | Uktar 5th  |  1495 DR[/b]

They flitted in and out, like embers circling the dying cinders.

Vendras had been watching the 'Rose and Hammer' as it was called for a few hours now. People came to enjoy music, ale, company and try to forget the troubles of the world, desperately clinging to any sense of normalcy while hoping that perhaps the darkness would merely pass them by. Unfortunately he knew full well it would not, darkness must be fought with light, and the embers must be restoked in order to bring that light.

In order to do that one required people who were willing to brave the darkness however, to find the embers of hope lost within it. Vendras laughed softly to himself at the inane philosophical ramblings running through his mind, he supposed this was just normal for someone who regularly read other writers do the same thing, it tended to rub off on you and not always in a good way. 

The elf had taken a seat underneath someone's porch on a building, taking a keen interest as he watched those who entered and left the building, he had seen a few individuals who had caught his eye already of being potentially talented. There was a way certain people carried themselves, the practiced grace of an experienced warrior that was a giveaway for those who knew the signs. Though he'd seen at least one individual that dressed in a way that was...likely unsuited for the weather, but that was only part of what caught his eye, the dress was also something very different to any region Vendras had been to.

He remembered vaguely reading something about a country with the attire he'd spotted, it was a place that was very far from here, and very unusual to gain any sighting of, yes indeed...he was beginning to see it come together, individuals he could work with to change the ill fate the wind blew towards this place.

Getting to his feet, he brushed any snow that had gathered on his still form off and made his way to the Rose and Hammer, with any luck some of these people would be amenable to working with him, and they could do something to help these people out. They were all pretty martial from what he'd seen and perhaps with luck they'd also be able to keep him from bodily injury.

As he approached the tavern, one of the individuals who had caught his attention had stepped out, and Vendras stepped backwards before the door caught him, smiling faintly in amusement at the coincidence before bowing slightly before he moved to the side "Forgive me, let me get out of your way."