#*brego fastredson

[kieranargent]

@hxrselxrd – ( preparations, day 9 )

Of them all, Brego was the one Kieran was most wary of. He was too big, too strong, too much like what Kieran had spent his whole life running away from.

He had been more than happy to ignore him for as long as possible, when—

“Oh, I’m s-sorry,” Kieran stammered, stumbling back. He’d glanced down to check the fastening of the knife at his hip and hadn’t even seen the other half-elf. He felt his pulse leap when he realized he’d backed himself against a wall but managed to swallow the panic. “Were you, um, headed somewhere?” he forced himself to ask.

[kieranargent]

@hxrselxrd

The sun had just gone down and Kieran found himself seated in a corner booth at Gilder’s sole joint restaurant/tavern. His dinner had long been cleared away and he was currently nursing his second cup of tea and watching the handful of people in the room go about their business. Going unnoticed was normally easy enough for Kieran but thanks to both the small size of the town and the group he was traveling with, Kieran felt like he stuck out like a beacon. He could feel people’s curious glances and he mostly wanted to melt into the chair so they’d stop looking at him. Suddenly, attention was drawn away from Kieran to … a pair of men, voices raised, arguing about something Kieran couldn’t quite catch.

This certainly wasn’t going to end well.