Khaeryr froze in place for a moment, then, eliminating any signs of being startled to the best of his abilities, he turned to look at the man.
“And who are you” – he asked with a frown, measuring the gentleman up and down with a criticizing look – “to ask me these questions? Unless you can provide me with either I would prefer to keep my business to myself.”
Cheery gentleman visibly deflated at this retort, his face and voice acquiring sluggish, even injured expression
“Ah, you’re one of them unfriendly fellas. Pardon me, then, I bore no ill intent with my questions. Go on, pay me no mind.”
Khaeryr covered his eyes for a minute, then spoke again, now sounding softer, almost apologetic.
“Excuse me too, stranger. I must’ve had a rough trip. I came here on my journey and I will probably be leaving soon”
“Probably” – the stranger raised his bushy eyebrow, a cheery spark returning to his eyes. – “Meaning you might be staying?”
Khaeryr shrugged sluggishly
“Depends. If I could find a place to rest and a way to earn coin – I might as well stay.”
To Khaeryr surprise, the man clapped his hands before he could finish the sentence, almost startling him once again.
“What a coincidence! It just so happens I could help you with both, you lucky fella! For starters, what would be your name, pal?”
Khaeryr blinked a few times and after a prolonged inhale answered:
”Waylen Horth, from the... um... North heartlands.”
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