Talon had barely sat down when he had been called back to where he had performer amateur surgery at the bar. Getting back to his feet, his walk back to the bar afforded him another good look around the bar. Many different “adventurers” were bustling in and out and all he really wanted to do was get to know everyone he had found himself here with. He wanted to know everyone’s strength and weaknesses so that when the time came to leave, they could navigate the forest successfully. His biggest problem was the supernatural fear he felt when in the forest and he wouldn’t be able to protect any of them if he constantly expected to be killed. That thought triggered another, which would have him looking for someone to help him counter the forest’s sinister abilities. By the time he had reached the bar Talon was deep in thought and his expressions were leaden with his turmoil.

[b]“You called, sir?”[/b]

	His voice was flat and it was obvious that his thoughts were very far from the conversation. He truly wasn’t trying to be rude but his ability to ignore the real problem at had was dwindling. Sitting beside the dog-man was immediately followed by a small group clamoring through the door and it looked as if the two males of said group were escorting the females inside. Obviously there were many people at the inn that he hadn’t seen yet and he was going to need to remedy that sooner, rather then later. Still! He was being quite rude and the man he had just helped had asked him over, for an unknown reason. 

[I]Perhaps this man knows something helpful of the woods…[/I]

	Talon’s mind wouldn’t stop wandering back to the woods, despite the fact he had absolutely no desire to go back himself. Being such a fresh soldier meant that he could take allot away from the many people that had found themselves here. No matter what came of his visit to the inn, he would need help to get home and burning bridges wasn’t going to get him that.

[b]“My name is Talon, of Drayben. Just Talon, really. How’s your wound?”[/b]

	He addressed the man with a tone of respect, one he genuinely felt for every person who could make their way through that damnedable wood.

Being seared closed and still conscious helped too