<div class="floatright">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Character/4319384180_cf34f65222.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8327)</div>Zephyr walked from the gate where he'd been hassled by the guards for wearing a cloak with the hood drawn up, but they certainly wore their helmets which kept the damned cold out. He wasn't so happy with the militia here already, and he pulled the grey cowl up over his head, even as wind blew bitterly threw the village, a by product of the hills he was certain. He looked on as women cried in the street, and children tried to play seemingly just in a vain attempt to ignore their hunger.<br/><br/>He took this all in as he made his way to the tavern, his two swords at his hips bringing eyes to him as he approached the double doors of the old wood establishment. The lumber used for the tavern looked like it could have easily been half a century old, but he was certain this little village hadn't been around that long. No, more likely the lumber hadn't been treated properly, along with the fact that these hills seen harsh winters.<em>Can't wait till summer...</em>Zephyr thought longingly even as he swung the door open, to hear what sounded like a man ordering an expensive meal.<br/><br/>The smell of the tavern had him confused, it smelt like they were cooking turkey, and bore.<em>What the--</em>He thought to himself, and he had to look back out the door to make sure he had seen the people living in poverty. He turned back to the surreal scene in the tavern, and swallowed heavily. He closed the door, knowing the wind was biting as it flowed into the place, and more than a few annoyed glanced were headed his way, or so he figured. He just ignored them and went to find a place at the bar.<br/><br/>Despite his appearance, he'd only been to a few such establishments in his life, but even still he had to say this one was the quietest he'd ever seen. Zephyr sat down on the stool, and looked back to the merchant that had bought the expensive meal.<em>They have food! Why are people starving?</em>He asked himself, even as his keen senses brought to focus a noise before him, which had him turning to look toward what he assumed was the bartender...