With his ear at the door, Daevo could hear everything.
"Watch out for him, especially tonight at the festival. I think he's plannin' something..."
Daevo chuckled softly. "Is that what these people do when they think?" he thought. "Invent conspiracies about wandering strangers? Well, I won't do anything, unless there's a good price involved. At least these suspicions will give me some solitary time."
Daevo sat back in his chair. He was almost certain that he would not go to the festival. The only thing do to aside from pushing one's way through noisy, drunken, idiotic townsfolk is to eat, and he had already eaten.
He pondered like this, leaning back in the chair, for several hours, until the sun began to set. The festival would start soon. A few people were out there, and were already making loud noise. "I won't get any sleep with all the commotion," Daevo thought bitterly.
Suddenly, he heard the inn's door open. He jumped out of his seat and pressed his ear against the door to his room. He could hear several men speaking with the innkeeper. He picked up various fragments of the conversation.
"...for murder...seen him?...in his mid-twenties, wears mismatched... and pieces of armor... foul-looking... mind if we search the building?"
Daevo moved away from the door, cursing silently. He quickly filled his pack, gathered his weapons, and was out the window. |