Once more, Vincent listened quietly and respectfully as Roze spoke, giving her story his undivided attention. It wasn't a spectacular tale, but those were few and far between in this day and age. One had to learn to appreciate the stories of the common folk, as they were the lifeblood of the land. Still, the girl's answer to the call of heroism was commendable, though Vincent silently doubted her potential value in combating such a terrible threat. She turned the question around onto Vincent and his motives.
There was no harm in being honest. Vincent rose from his seat, saying with a hint of grandeur, "I suppose I'm here for the same reason, yes. Tamriel is my home as well as yours, as it happens." He stretched, a touch stiff from the seat, and mafe his way to the door. "Our paths part ways for now, my dear." He unlocked the door, still talking. "The trinket on the table is yours if you fancy it. Consider it payment for keeping an old man well entertained."
He strode put of the room and back into the main room of the inn, quickly passing the various others that has filtered in. Curiously enough, he sensed a few other undead presences in the room, but didn't care enough to investigate. The sun had just set, and he had only so much time to reach High Hrothgar, and so he had to set out at once.
