Ananeas kept hiding and listened to the group. They seemed well mannered and good people except for the little girl. Inside Ananeases mind a war was ongoing. To either come out of hiding and join the folk or wait for a better opportunity. Finnaly he convinced himself it was time to join others, but just as he was about to reveal himself the swordsman took others into the tavern. Ananeas again did nothing, only watched from th distance as the group went back inside the tavern.

Ananeas, still hidden, followed the group into the tavern. At first he wanted to sit to table next to the group, but then what? His pulse quickened and he panicked. Though he stood at the entrance only for a moment, he had a feeling it lasted forever. With fast and hard movement, he walked to the swordsman named Jarrod. Not knowing what to say or ask, Ananeas had the feeling that Jarrod was the one most open-minded. “Greetings Jarrod. My name is Ananeas. I heard you are planning to kill Yggdrasil. So i was wondering if you would welcome another fighter in your party.” His voice was low and raspy. He spoke fast and looked directly at Jarrod an no one else. In his head he already played out all the worst scenarios possible, and at this moment was just waiting for one of them to happen. He stood motionless in his black cape, only his head and face could be seen. Ananeas understood that it was rude to come fully dressed to someone in a tavern, but his low self-stem made sure, that no one will see his deformed body.