Though he appeared to pay little mind to the fuss around him, Ragnar was ever vigilant in his awareness. Paying attention to detail was among his better qualities. But to act interested would possibly invite chance for small talk and he didn't care to risk it. Instead he remained stoic, eyes blinking indifferently to the ordeal with the small rodent turned young mage. It would seem this was a family affair. Had he overstepped his bounds in joining this quest? It certainly wouldn't be the first time the thought had crossed his mind. But he would see this through, his promise to deliver was ironclad.
With a dismissal to venture into town and ask around, he adjusted the baldric worn slack across his chest, keeping the fur lined hood in place until he might step into some shelter. His first instinct was to go to the tavern (as it was his first visit in many stop-overs), but seeing one of his companions cut across in an apparent determination to do the same, the Warden-Constable turned his attention elsewhere.
He was greeted by simpering smiles, tugging off his cloak before he could even manage it. He need only mention the elusive flowers when a lithe elvhen female perked up and smiled knowingly.
Some time later, he tugged on his lined gloves and made for the original meeting spot, his expression doing little to belie what he thought to be a success. The information sounded mariginally better than anything else he expected to hear.
In this post:
-- Ragnar goes to the Brothel and recieves the truth about the frost flower location.
With a dismissal to venture into town and ask around, he adjusted the baldric worn slack across his chest, keeping the fur lined hood in place until he might step into some shelter. His first instinct was to go to the tavern (as it was his first visit in many stop-overs), but seeing one of his companions cut across in an apparent determination to do the same, the Warden-Constable turned his attention elsewhere.
He was greeted by simpering smiles, tugging off his cloak before he could even manage it. He need only mention the elusive flowers when a lithe elvhen female perked up and smiled knowingly.
Some time later, he tugged on his lined gloves and made for the original meeting spot, his expression doing little to belie what he thought to be a success. The information sounded mariginally better than anything else he expected to hear.
In this post:
-- Ragnar goes to the Brothel and recieves the truth about the frost flower location.
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