<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/27/7d/0c277d925f71c3f1bc2da87109dbccf8.jpg)</div>A hard working lad with a set, steady routine meant that he was up at the crack of dawn, even if he didn't particularly have anything specific to do; odd jobs around the village, helping people out and the like, was one thing, but it was not consistent. Fear--especially on days like today, when he awoke in a cold sweat, with half-remembered nightmares still floating around his head--usually drove him to don his full gear, and patrol around the perimeter of the village; all on his own. As if a single man could do something. And hey, maybe he could.<br/><br/>So when the Elven rider came storming into the village, he was probably one of the first to notice it.  Curiosity piqued, he approached the board early in the morning, and gave it a good, firm reading. Because of his father's tutelage on Elven culture--which was enough to, at the very least, cover the basics, and ensure he spoke the language quite fluently--he picked up on the slur nature of the epithet for this bandit. He also understood the grievousness of the crimes committed by this scoundrel, and the dangers that this band of degenerate renegades posed if they were left unchecked.<br/><br/>He at once decided he would do something about this. He couldn't rely on his militia buddies, though. The village needed to be kept safe, after all! But he knew plenty of good, stalwart types who he imagined would be reliable for just such an undertaking.<br/><br/><br/>After going back home, and breaking his fast on some simple fare, he decided to do some routine maintenance on his equipment, and spent a little while thinking about it; where the Trade Road was, what was around it, likely hiding places that a small group of people could be camped out at.<br/><br/>Later on in the day, he would head over towards Ares' house, as he imagined that the cleric of a war god would be both interested in this pursuit, and immensely helpful to have around. Nothing is quite as nice as having a god on your side.<br/><br/>Coincidentally, he arrives around the same time as Vara, and he nods his head towards the urchin. "Hoi. I hope the day's treating you well." A tilt of his head as he considered the fruit she was carrying. "Firemelons, right? They actually make for a pretty good jelly." Of course, that was more his opinion than anything else. "Would you like a hand?" He'd ask, as he held a hand out towards her.