It had been something of a long day for Riene, in between her rounds of the village, making sure no one was causing trouble the day had been generally uneventful apart from a small scuffle between youths, and a resident claiming another had stolen apples from the tree on his property, the accused retorting that the branch had grown onto<em>his</em>land so he was within his rights. Unclasping a badge displaying the town's emblem from the shoulder of her armour, a simple thing of chain and leather that she wore atop a thin cloth top to avoid the links' inevitable pinching, and placing it in her pigeon hole in the guard house and signing out in the log book she made her way towards the<em>Tanned Tankard</em>. The removal of her badge allowed the general populace to see a guard was off duty, though because she still wore her chain people may still think otherwise.<br/>Few guards had actual armour of their own, most suits were owned by the town. Riene had simply been lucky enough to inherit hers from her mother, though it had been quite loose in places when she first received it.<br/><br/>The half-elf headed over to the<em>Tanned Tankard</em>, one of her colleagues stationed at the gates had mentioned a couple of people coming into Riverlund recently, swearing blind that they<em>must</em>be adventurers here to answer their call to arms. Riene had replied to him politely at the time, but now that she was off duty she wanted nothing more than to scope them out, as she expected many of the townsfolk would should they have heard of their entry. And of course, the most likely place for them to congregate would be the<em>Tankard</em>to meet with Old Ben.<br/><br/>Sidling up to the bar, Riene scanned about for faces she didn't recognise, polished armour thicker than a dwarf's balled fist, robes bristling with eldritch might, staffs seemingly sculpted from some obscure glowing wood...<em>wizard hats</em>or any other signs of heroes from a story book that might have come to look into the disappearances that their own resources simply couldn't solve. Then again, looking for Ben would likely point her in the right direction as well.<br/><br/>She liberated a few coins from the purse on her belt, raising them into the air slightly to gain the barkeep's attention before setting them on the counter with a satisfying click. Well, satisfying to the person receiving, at least.<br/><strong>"The usual, please,"</strong>Riene asked in a cheery tone. She might actually get to meet<em>adventurers</em>!