Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-28955399-20160815181939

Caern reached the gates of Whiterun. There were no guards outside except for one, who had been controlling the entry and exit of people. Caern went up to him and was quickly admitted inside. He went up to the Bannered Mare. Taking care not to alert the local residents of his presence, his reputation within these walls was not one would be proud of, but yet they still treated Caern as family more than his witcher friends would.

The inkeeper looked at Caern.

"Aye, Witcher. What'll it be?" He managed to cough out.

"The inkeepers have changed? Last I was here, Quentin worked as the master."

"Yea, I bought it from him. In a card game."

The thought of Quentin losing a card game made Caern chuckle. But, it wasn't his business so he thought nothing of it.

"Do you know a man, Leif?" Caern asked, looking at the decor, which had changed. Then looking at the inkeep.

"Yea, I do. He sent you did'nt he? Gotten into trouble 'gain has'nt he?"

"Not quite, he was near a harpy's nest. He told me to go to you. Maybe you'd have work."

"There's a notice board outside; been empty of late, on account of the witcher's in town. Maybe you'd want to catch up with them?"

''Witchers? In town, that's... Odd.''

Caern moved away. The innkeeper looked away. As if nothing had happened and shifted his attention to one of the customer.