An old man with what appears to be an invisible walking stick walks into the tavern looking for something but cannot seem to find it. He looks under the table and then at the ceiling. Satisfied it is not there he exits.
After that terrible wagon ride from Llafair to the Town, Hunter decides to have himself a drink. Upon entering the tavern he passes a strange man moving about in a silly way. "How odd… " he says to himself and then takes a seat.
Hunter thinks to himself, "What an odd day… first the old man and now the woman with her proud disposition. Must be something in the ale." He replies to the woman, "I remember those days… one day you will be on patrols." He winks.
I am back from patrols and back in town. I am finding it harder and harder to find work now. I guess I will sit here and drink a few ales. I am here to help any would be adventures too if ye have any questions for me.