Member
Vamon
Location: on the way to the barracks
Interacting with: Spencer
“Well I only arrived in town a few days ago” He said after a moment’s hesitation. Vamon was generally a little weary when it came to explaining his circumstances to people, it was something that could get him in a lot of trouble if he said the wrong thing. But he didn’t think it would be an issue, most people around here wouldn’t be too fussed with him or his story. Plus, alchemists were treated with a level of respect that could serve to help him if he needed it. But it seemed he had already made somewhat of a fool of himself.
“Oh, I- Uh- I’m sorry I assumed. You look remarkably young for your age” He said, stumbling over his words. He didn’t mean to be rude, but it was rather unusual for someone to look so young. He wondered for a moment if it might be some form of magic or alchemical property, before it occurred to him that he should introduce himself in return.
“Well, my name is Vamon. I guess you could say that I’m something of a traveling Alchemist. And I am actually in my twenties too” He wasn’t one for personal introductions but it was only polite, especially since she had agreed to help him. “Thank you for your help. Please, lead the way” He said, making sure to speak softly. It simplified conversation a little if he didn’t sound like he had just eaten a mouthful of sand. But he wasn't quite sure how to answer her next question. It was normal enough to ask travelers of their destinations, especially as a fellow traveller, but he made sure to think his answer through.
“Well, my last destination was Garden. I stopped off there and sold some wears before making my way here.” He said, leaving out as much detail as possible. “But I am originally from Belizarius.” In truth, he had stowed away with a shipment of supplies to escape a priest that had discovered him in Garden. He had managed to slip out without the merchants spotting him, but by then he had already arrived in Shezze and wasn’t left with many options. He normally wouldn’t mention Belizarius at all, especially to someone he had just met, but something about her seemed trustworthy. Well, perhaps less trustworthy and more innocent, like she wouldn’t be the type to trick him into following and try to mug him in an alley. He had misjudged people on that front before, but he generally tried to trust his intuition.
“So, what about you? You mentioned you were a traveller too, any interesting destinations?” He asked, rather interested in the answer. “Books like that aren’t simply found in small villages like this, you must have some good stories.” Vamon’s recent conversational partners had been the innkeeper when he rented his room, the store owner telling him about the barracks and a small selection of dried food stuffs in a merchant’s wagon, so he was desperate for any kind of conversation. Especially if they happened to share his love for literature.