<strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>Tag: Merchant NPC<br/><br/>"A fine eye indeed,"</strong>Ry snarled in agreement after taking the scroll. He'd unroll it later, but the soft blue glow it gave off when he saw it had to mean something, right? He still had some trinkets left and wondered if it would be enough to get a room somewhere, unless there was another place for him to rest his head. Of course, before all that, his rumbling stomach told him to seek out food first. The smell of something fucking delicious drew him back to the Treasure Tavern, and he ignored any eyes that landed on him when he had pushed the door open. Despite the pleasant smell of food being cooked, Ry almost gagged when the rest of the establishments musk smacked him in the face. It was a mixture of stale beer, unwashed bodies and an orgy that got out of hand or was never bothered to be cleaned up after. He wanted to find the nearest gallon of bleach and drown the whole place in it, but then he remembered where he was and figured that they probably didn't even know what that was.<strong>"Suck it up, Knight. Its either here or the street,"</strong>he muttered under his breath, preferring to take this shit over the potential of being stabbed and robbed blind in the middle of his sleep. Just burn the clothes in the morning, Ry thought to himself. Maybe he'd make that his new mantra.<br/><br/>Thankfully for Ry, it seemed as he entered that food was being brought out and it actually looked edible. He found a table that wasn't too crowded and signaled for someone to take his order. Ale and whatever the chef recommended. Ry felt a little out of place still as he sat at the table, what with all the men and their armaments sitting around him, but he tried his best to own what little space he had by puffing out his chest and slapping a frightful expression on his face. His lips curled down into a scowl and his eyes narrowed into a glare that seemed commonplace with the rest. When in Rome, after all. While he waited for his food, Ry unrolled the scroll that he had purchased for the first time and felt a little ripped off when it appeared to be blank. What the hell. He flipped it over thinking it might be the wrong way around, only to sigh when both sides seemed equally blank. Running a hand through his hair, Ry folded it flat and stuck it into his book that was also blank. Maybe he'd have Aria look at it in the morning, since he still had a nagging feeling that there was something curious about the damned thing. It was the Video Game Logic he was following that made him think that way of course, since if it is shiny or it glows then it must be important goddammit.<br/><br/><strong>"Can I get a hunk of bread over here?"</strong>Ry called out sourly as he slouched back in his chair and grunted. He'd keep up the barbarian act as long as possible, clenching and unclenching his fists as he scowled around the room. He considered spitting for dramatic flair, but decided not to play it up that much. He wanted to sleep here if possible, and pissing off the owner  wasn't going to buy him any favors. Maybe he'd try to work for his room too if possible, since he kind of wanted to ration what little trinkets of Aria's that he had left. He still had a weapon to buy too, unless he could somehow overpower someone in the morning and steal something off of them. The room was filled with drunks after all, and they would make easy victims the more inebriated they got. Assuming, of course, that none of them minded offering Ry a little five fingered discount.