Gildon smirked, leaning deeper into his chair, the dwarf had just shoved the man outside with the help of his hound. "Pfft... Bloody dwarves." He rubbed his bare chin, he felt like telling the dwarf to shove off, but that would not be wise, with his temper and that hound still around at least. His view of the dwarf was blocked as a somewhat attractive woman strided past, and left the tavern at the strike of noon.
'Ding-Dong' The large tower sounded, there was much hustle and bustle outside, it was audible from Gildon's sharp ears. Gildon looked back to the dwarf, but his eyes stopped at the gaze of a cloaked man, momentarily before looking to Leif, he was begining to stand up, "Aah, thank the gods." he looked out the window and proceeded to leave, taking his hound with him. The shouting out side raised, obviously something was happening, Gildon stood up deciding to head to the center of the town.
It was hot, perhaps too hot outside. Gildon looked up at the blazing sun, the distance was a somewhat blur, due to the heat. There was loud, large... Annoying rioting, apparently a guard was killed, or so Gildon assumed from what the peasents were shouting. It's going to be a long walk...
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