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[[Blegh. I wanted to jump in, but, I had no idea where to start. Since it seems things are sort of at a stand-still, i'll just run with it. I assume it's raining out, based on some of the other posts, so... ...here I go!]]
Slowly, the door to the tavern creaked open just enough for the figure of a Hyur to slip on through. He discreetly reached his right hand behind himself, pushing the door shut while simultaneously pulling back the hood of his cloak with his left. The hood flopped against his back with a wet sounding slop, and seemed to sag down with the water weight the cloak had accumulated out in the rain. The fact that he was soaking wet didn't seem to phase the Hyur in the least bit as he made his way across the tavern floor, leaving streaks of water in his wake.
The Hyur carefully scanned over the tavern as he moved before appearing to set his eyes on an empty table. One in a corner, far enough away from other tavern-goers to keep away any prying eyes. At least so he thought. Reaching the table, he pulled back the thick, wet folds of his cloak and began to unfasten the scabbard of his Longsword, as well as several satchels from the belt that was slung loosely around his hips. After setting them down next to the chair, he quickly took a seat, sparing time for once last glance around the tavern to assure himself that he would be left alone. Sure enough, the majority of the tavern-goers were far to absorbed in their own conversations to have even so much as noticed his presence, let alone be interested in him.
A hand rose up to untie the ponytail that sat at the back of his head, allowing him to quickly shake his messy black hair out before tightly pulling it all back, and once again bunching it all up in a small, looped knot. Seeming to have finally settled in, the Hyur heaved one of the satchels that sat near his feet up onto the table and began to rummage through it's contents, showing an overall look of disapproval as he flopped wet maps and papers onto the table.
Slowly, the door to the tavern creaked open just enough for the figure of a Hyur to slip on through. He discreetly reached his right hand behind himself, pushing the door shut while simultaneously pulling back the hood of his cloak with his left. The hood flopped against his back with a wet sounding slop, and seemed to sag down with the water weight the cloak had accumulated out in the rain. The fact that he was soaking wet didn't seem to phase the Hyur in the least bit as he made his way across the tavern floor, leaving streaks of water in his wake.
The Hyur carefully scanned over the tavern as he moved before appearing to set his eyes on an empty table. One in a corner, far enough away from other tavern-goers to keep away any prying eyes. At least so he thought. Reaching the table, he pulled back the thick, wet folds of his cloak and began to unfasten the scabbard of his Longsword, as well as several satchels from the belt that was slung loosely around his hips. After setting them down next to the chair, he quickly took a seat, sparing time for once last glance around the tavern to assure himself that he would be left alone. Sure enough, the majority of the tavern-goers were far to absorbed in their own conversations to have even so much as noticed his presence, let alone be interested in him.
A hand rose up to untie the ponytail that sat at the back of his head, allowing him to quickly shake his messy black hair out before tightly pulling it all back, and once again bunching it all up in a small, looped knot. Seeming to have finally settled in, the Hyur heaved one of the satchels that sat near his feet up onto the table and began to rummage through it's contents, showing an overall look of disapproval as he flopped wet maps and papers onto the table.
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