<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div>Mud caked leather boots slopped though the muddy streets of whatever town this traveler had found himself in this day. The hem of his cloak fluttering around his ankles as he deftly navigated the throng of people busy scurrying about on their way to market, or whatever the region's deity would have for them. Most of the denizens of this city seemed to pay him little to no heed save for the occasional grunt or command of "Move it!" It didn't bother the traveler, he had seen much in his travels, and it would seem that his experiences would lead him to believe that the more things change, the more they're the same. This led to a small chuckle of mirth from the stranger as he took a moment to look around. If not for the fact that he knew he was in a new city. He would have swore that he never left Wallchia.<br/><br/>Warren had been on the road for about a month since leaving the last major city he visited, Wallchia, far to the west. His wanderings far from specific, he simply takes a road and sees where it leads him. Stopping at small towns, and villages for a couple days to take on odd jobs for coin. Mending fences, Fixing Water Wheels, Pulling weeds, chopping wood, fixing homes. Jobs that most of the locals need, but don't wish to do themselves. Then after about a week, he would move on and continue his travels with his coin purse a bit heavier than before.<br/><br/>Warren stepped off the main street, and pulled back the hood of his cloak. Red hair would catch the sun's rays as emerald eyes seemed to twinkle with the prospect of exploring someplace new. There was an optimistic smile upon his lips that labor, or bad fortune couldn't seem to wipe away. "This looks to be an interesting city." He mused to himself as he wondered what kind of work he would find here. Though if he was planning on staying here for any length of time, he'll need to find himself an Inn so he'll at least have a roof over his head. Along with an Inn, he'll need to find a popular Tavern. Taverns were excellent places to find work as many people congregate. Often Taverns had bulletin boards were people would take up offers for small jobs. "Right! First find an Inn, and then a Tavern!" Warren declared triumphantly.<br/><br/>That was until his stomach started to grumble in protest. It had been two days since Warren had finished last of the dried goat he bought in the last small village he passed. It was rather bland, and could have used a bit more salt. He let out another chuckle. "Okay, okay. First Tavern,<em>then</em>Inn." He chuckled before he started to look around himself to see if there was any place that could be considered a Tavern around here.<br/><br/>Though it would not be his eyes, but his nose that would pick up the trail as the scent of delicious meats caused his mouth to water, and his stomach to grumble even more. Taking a couple deep whiffs, he smiled. "Ah, It would appear I'm not far." He smiled as he started down the alleyway towards the source of the delicious smell.<br/><br/>Where that smell would lead him was most definitely a Tavern. Though the name would cause Warren's head to tilt. "<em>Tavern of the Kneeling Wench</em>, Eh? Sounds interesting. I've certainly heard worse names. The Gelded Centaur was a rather interesting Tavern. Though I can't fathom why that Centaur would call his place that." Warren spoke as he shrugged his shoulders before approaching the Front door. He would take a moment to try, and knock off as much mud off his boots as possible before entering. No sense in tracking mud, and Gods knows what else in to this place. He had met Tavern Keepers quite offended by that.<br/><br/>Stepping into the place, Warren was instantly greeted by a sight that made his lips curl into a smile, a warm inviting atmosphere. He would have to thank his stomach for insisting on hitting a Tavern first. He may have missed this Tavern completely had he went to the Inn first. The Wanderer would take a moment to look about the Tavern. He saw several people already availing themselves to the Tavern's wares. A Female Paladin was conversing with a rather busty barmaiden. Then he saw a red headed dwarf that was making his mouth water for other reasons tending to a young couple. The Man seeming quite stoic while the Female was more free. At a table, a young man had his nose in a book, and seemed oblivious to the world around him. Pity, There was so much you learn through actual experience than study. Over all, this place was meeting Warren's tastes.<br/><br/>Warren watched as the Dwarf moved from the couple in the booth to the man sitting and reading. His eyes watching the sway of her hips, and bounce in her ass as she moved with appreciation. Once she moved off from the seated young man, Warren decided to try, and make a friend in this town. So he moved from the door, and made his way towards the table where August was reading. His hand moving unconsciously to a pouch on his belt where he pulled out what looked like a polished metal stepped ring. He slide it onto his right middle finger between the first, and second knuckle. Soon as it was settled, His thumb started to roll over the band of the ring. Demonstrating that the raised stepped area to be a separate ring that rotated when pushed upon. He would stop just short of the table to address August. "Good morn to you sir, do you mind if I share your table for a time?" Warren asked with a respectful tone in his voice.