<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Dudes/f9e33e15625b6044e9fc12b626a5f119c6d6f669_zps7bojajfe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vhaun<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Directly no one, indirectly everyone.<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Making Observations<br/><hr/>Four days have seemed a short span of irrelevant time, although he knew funds would not last for too long. What was provided was spent carefully on his end, only things necessary for his line of work. A short blade was much more cheaper than a bow and a dulled one even more so. Sure, he could of probably had a new dagger of moderate value, but the price of one appealing worthless along with a whetstone was the better of bargains in the long run for Vhaun. Tonight, while many gathered and discussed the obvious, he focused on fine tuning the gem in the rough. His food had been gathered awhile ago, but he did not linger near the warmth of the firepit, instead he sat away from the crowd upon a nearby fallen barrel that appeared to be almost rotting out from age.<br/><br/>The steam from the wooden bowl wasn't simmering as much as it had been before. He could feel the cool air around him, even dressed in such simple layers of thicker clothing of his brown cloak. He paid the food no mind for the time being, sitting out down on the floor near his feet as he tended to more pressing matters at hand. Without a word he unsheathed his weapon and begun carefully tending to it with the whetstone. He wasn't sure where he knew how to do such, but maintaining a blade felt like common knowledge to him along with other things that compelled him to join such a profession in the first place. When he wasn't training within the profession with the masters or paying vivid attention to detail on things involving this world, then he was trying to piece together why he was here.<br/><br/>The latter he was still uncertain on, but through the course of days it was much obvious everyone else was a blind as he was on who they may have been. The only most notable thing of importance was the fact that they were all strangers and for the time being, Vhaun was contempt of letting that knowledge remain evident. Although a party appeared the most obvious of choices, he wasn't as quick to flaunt to one or offer his services as many others were doing. Instead, he kept his head lowered, the hood blanketing most of his face in darkness as the sounds of sharpening continued of stone raking across blunted blade. The shadows from the cloak shielded his face, with head downcast any could easily assumed he was focused on task at hand, but that was far from the truth. Even now, Vhaun was observing the variety of groups, making notes of who remain and who wasn't around.<br/><br/>Some whom were more loud and obnoxious than others, others that were cruel towards such bolstering attitude. There were even several desperate to advertise them in hopes of finding people to aid them. Every action given spoke much about their character and that was what Vhaun was silently taking note of and nothing more. If required, someone would approach him for services, if not, he would just make use of the folds of already formed groups and prey upon their spoils. There were many ways of being a rogue, such was what his master told him and he was more than aware that his kindred were far from warriors. The use of stealth, deception, and any other tactics be they underhanded or not would always keep someone of his ilk on the road of survival.  This was why many were in a hurry to group up, because they knew the inevitable of their situations when someone else finally decided to point it out.<br/><br/>As for Vhaun? He was indifferent about everything, delivering a few more streaks of stone against blade to tailor the dullness into a more formidable sharpness. It still needed work as he turned and eyed the weapon in hand, but any longer and his food may get completely cold. Slipping the dagger back in its leather sheath, he finally scooped up the bowl from the floor and begun to dine in. His eating mannerism peculiar, simply drinking down the stew; something that could be better, but when hungry anything would be good, including stale or brickhard bread.