[@The Muse] [@PrinceAlexus]
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[color=ed1c24]"Oye My thanks mate, and Don't worry, ive got money" [/color]Yelled the sellsword at Holf above the gates while shaking a small purse. It wasn't his of course rather belonging to that carriage driver a few days back. He had more money of course but those where hidden deep in his waist pouch. 
However it seems he was wrong ,despite his experience, on the guards as the grey veteran appears to be unused to his duties, holding only ceremonial authority while this other man held responsibility at the gates.  

But still, he was in. As otherwise he would have to infiltrate the town. He had a plan of course: find a secluded cave then capture some patrolmen under the guise of blight born attacks. Preferably two then extract information out of them until he could take one's identity. 
The swordsmen was glad he didn't need to use that approach as it would prove messy work, worse he didn't know the extent of this town's strength. If by misfortune some Aurelian paladins where present the situation could degenerate in an instant. 

The pair walked down the main road of dawnheaven with that old fellow chatting about some notable features of the town, including a crude clock tower being constructed nearby. With a clockface expecting to be delivered soon. The soft snow crunching under their boots as the town bustled around them. The light of braziers flaring across his purple garbs attracting some curious stares from onlookers. 
More guards where stationed here, far more than would be typical for a town this size but perfectly suitable for a prince's entourage.
Vorlein played them no mind as they continued, passing a post office.  

Soon the image of a pub appeared in their sight: A rustic style three floor construction with a sign depicting a giant eyed creature (bad taste, thought Arthur). It wasn't very busy this time of day, whatever day still meant, with a few men crowed around a communal brazier either engaging in idle chatter or eating. 
When he saw the bar maid(the owner but this guy doesnt know) Vorlein understood at once the all eye symbolism which made him chuckle slightly. Seems like this girl was the bar's star attraction... 

But whatever, food came first, thought the sellsword before approaching the bar, grabbing an available stool. 
[color=ed1c24]" 'pound of roasted meat n'pound of bread, the white stuff will ya?, add in a pint o' ale too for measure."
[/color][color=ed1c24]"This friend's buying."[/color], he said with an amused grin while pointing towards the greying man in armor beside him.