Bryan
```Title Of Roleplay: SINGER, SAVIOUR, SOLDIER, SPY .```

*~~ if you get the reference, you're a boss ~~*
Lawrence
*Everyone had a fate which they were destined to fulfil, a path that they were meant to follow, a role they must play in the wheel of life, all written in the unmovable stars. For Sylvar Cramorn, however, such a path had never seemed to present itself to him. It became startling evident that, as he seated himself behind a bar in some unknown inn, in some part of some unrecognisable part of Salvainia far, far away from his hometown, the more he attempted to look for this fated path in life, the more he simply didn't know what he was doing at all. Perhaps that was what brought him back to the place, or at least as __close__ to the place he called home. Perhaps that was why he simply cast barren smiles at elves from all parts of the country who passed by, and only just spoke in light conversation to those who asked for it.*

*Of course, plenty of opportunities for such a path had opened their arms for him to accept. If he could argue well, deciding to join Ashnard's cause was one of them.. Yet he was hesitant to make the leap into anarchy and leave all else behind. He wished he could be firmer and more able to adjust to change without worry, like his father. No, not his father, Sylvar backtracked with a sip of the beer before him; never his father. He shoved off the memories and the displeasure that they brought him.*

*Instead he indulged in the sweet cedar flute melody coming from the performer playing on stage, keeping everyone in good spirits as they enjoyed the cosy atmosphere and flow of ale.*

*Heavens, he was bored.*

*He just needed* ***Something.*** *Maybe a drink or more to sedate the thoughts that threatened to rise up to the surface of his mind. Someone to talk to that wouldn't simply ramble on and on about the latest battle they'd managed to win, or the new song they'd written. And god forbid someone who didn't treat him like he was some fragile little girl, something to please, or someone to seduce.*

*Unfortunately, guarded meant being __alone__.*
Bennie
After a couple of minutes of walking, Angelo eventually found the famous Salvainia-Inn-Tavern during the night, the place gets filled with many people from different races, but during the day it is a much calmer place. A tavern where ale, whiskey, and foods are served commercially, and it also acts as an inn. Angelo walked into the Salvainia-Inn-Tavern to take his mind off of his job and to unwind his hard work, he glanced around and saw that the pub is crowded full of people from different races with some of them were sitting at the tables chatting, eating, playing or just drinking while serene classical music was playing a beautiful melody all of the people who were just looking to unwind their troubles after a long day of work like him. Angelo was new to this, but he was definitely aware of his surroundings, feeling eyes on him because of his appearance. He simply shrugged it off.
He could've sworn to himself he just saw one of his kind, keeping that at the back of his mind. Angelo headed straight for a barstool and then he released a heavy sigh as he sat atop one of the many stools. Several conversations buzzed around the young bard elf as he settled onto the seat and patiently awaited the attention of one of the bartenders.