Have Sword, Will Travel!

[Vex]

Vex sat in an inn in Khathelet, drinking out of a beer mug. Unlike the other customers, his mug contained ordinary water. Vex had never become accustomed to the bitter taste if alcohol, and he didn't want to end up in a sticky situation and be drunk, so he avoided beer and spirits.

Vex looked out the window and saw the sign for the inn. The Inn of the Broken Soldier, eh? A strange name for such a militant country. he thought to himself. "Speaking of which..." he muttered to himself. "I had better find some work soon...or I'll be joining the beggars in the alleys" He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply, closing his eyes in to contemplate.

[Soan]

It's been a while...since I've been back to Bern Soan thought inwardly as he walked into an inn. In fact it has been almost two years since he's back in Bern, he had traveled around Elibe slowly honing his skill with a sword and now he was heading back to Bulgar, where he was born. Something had drawn him back here, after all he had no duty, no master, he went where he wanted to. But unfortunetly now, he was lost. I don't understand, in the woods I can navigate but in towns...I'm always lost. So reluctantly he had come to an inn to see if anyone knew directions to Bulgar. Chills ran down his back at the thought of so many people in one place. Regardless he walked through the door wearing the same cold indifferent expression that was always on his face, his light eyes swept over the the inn, people drinking beer bending over their mugs secretly, he paused, no people skills and long times of solitude caused him to often be confused around others