Under the Shining Moon (closed)

Rohaan Ja'aisen thrived in the dark just as much as he did in the light of day. Sometimes even more so, as summer often brought with it late nights and festivals in the city or even surrounding villages, where there would be abundant company, food, and enough drink to make people rarely ask questions. Summer nights reminded the wanderer of the home he hadn't seen since his boyhood, of evenings when there was no bedtime, when adults would allow him the tiniest sips of sweet alcohols, when he and the other children would build ci'deia'jun--guardians of sand--at the oceanside. What he wouldn't give to go back to those times...

It was winter now, and its chill brought utter silence, empty streets, and yet a sense of serenity the other seasons couldn't offer. His favorite thing was when he awoke to new snow, untouched and unmarred by people or woodland animals. It was pure. Perfect. Smooth. This particular morning was one of those, but as the day marched on the sun rose higher and melted [i]some[/ i] of the snow. What was left was a sploshy, ugly mess of mud and slush that soaked through Rohaan's boots, through the skin of his toes right down to the bones. It made walking miserable and the thought of sleeping outdoors unbearable, so, deciding to splurge, Rohaan headed for a very small city called Brunia. It was a change of plans, but he'd manage. Originally, Rohaan was going to skirt around the settlement, wait for a few days, and when the timing was right he would seek out his quarry. But this, this would do.

The city was small enough that its sad excuse for a wall was merely a glorified fence; its keeper, bored and tired, only gave Rohaan a passing glance before letting him through. Besides, who would deny a cold, wet traveler sanctuary in the dead of winter? Inside the walls was a quiet part of town; most of the residents were either sleeping or tucked quietly by a fireplace inside their homes. As he moved further in, he began to see more life. Minimal at best, but it was a good sign to see people closing up their shops, dashing between buildings to escape the cold, or walking their horses to a well that had miraculously not frozen over.

A medium sized inn presented itself to Rohaan as an option, and he found it viable enough.?All he needed was a fire to hang his boots by for the night and somewhere to stay for the next couple of days. Before he opened the door Rohaan donned his horn-framed eye shades and adopted his blind persona. Convincingly the traveler stumbled hard over a small step and swung awkwardly in with the heavy wooden door. Rohaan took a moment to 'feel for his surroundings' and made his way to the counter, which doubled as a bar.
"Hello?" He called.
A stern looking woman scrubbing away something stubborn on the inside of a bowl looked up at him, answering unceremoniously with, "what do you want?"
Rohaan turned his head, careful to never look directly at her. "A room please. I can pay, uh...how much for tonight?" He dropped a little pouch of money on the bar that he pulled from one of the pockets on his bandolier that he then began to awkwardly sort through.
"A piece of silver gets you a room and a hot bath."
"Silver, silver. Okay. Uh.." Rohaan hefted a few different coins in his hand; He'd practiced the?art of determining which coin was which based solely on its weight for occasions just like this one. "Here," he said, deciding finally on one and handing it to her.
The woman took it, then came out with a large wooden token that she pushed into his
hands. "I'll put you on the second floor, very end of the hall to your left. Can...can you manage the stairs?"
"I'll be fine, miss."
"That token there will get you a hot bath. Just show it to one of the attendants in the bath house and she'll get one started for you."
"Many thanks, miss." Moving uncertainly to the stairs, Rohaan eased his way up, down the hall, and into the designated room, where he was finally able to drop his facade. The boots were the first things to go, next came his soaked outerwear and gear. Rohaan wasted no time getting into the bath house and cashing in on his luxury promised, the. He changed into fresh clothes, put his boots by the fireplace in his room and went downstairs, 'blind', to get himself a drink. Keeping up his rues for multiple days would be tedious, but his prize was well worth the wait.

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