Alaric kept walking, they read too much into things he thought. He didn't need his every move becoming a point of debate. He wasn't looking for a family, just a guild with some prestige worthy of his skill and devotion to his work. This was not it he decided.

He hissed again walking into the parching sun and walked down the cobble road toward the Inn near the city gates.

A shame he thought, he had heard good things about Iron Tree from other guilders and sell swords. How they ever got anything done like that was a mystery to him however.