[Eyvind Redbeard]

The Vagaran had spent the whole day immersed in the Imperial Records trying to find an accurate map of the province, unfortunately he hadn't. After that he'd checked the progresses of the Provincial Army in the Training Grounds, outside the city. It had been a quick survey to see if everything was alright and at surface everything seemed. Arthalof had sweat a bit when he'd pushed him a little harder on the way back. It seemed the black Carmelyn Warsteed was getting used to stable's life, something that had to changed in the future.

When the Daekin entered the Salty Sea Dragon Tavern his eyes were still used to the light of the torches set outside. Blinking slightly and walking slowly he approached the counter and ordered a tankard of ale, a small glass of wine and small pieces of meat with garlic and olive oil. Taking everything and almost failing in not letting them fall he walked to Tarfuss' table. Placing the meat's plate in the middle hand pointing him one of the two forks inside Eyvind took a sip on his ale and sat down.

"You should try these, they are delicious!"