"They aren't here... I guess I'll keep searching for them" The Man would sigh and pull a scarf up to cover the bottom half of his face as he walks off and heads to a tavern he was staying in which was an old building from when the village was first built which had been a forgotten long time ago now.

The stranger walks into the Tavern not paying much attention to the usual drunk guys yelling and singing their hearts out as the stranger went up to the bench with the tavern owner selling drinks "One bottle of Mead" he'd put down the coins and watch the tavern owner pass him a bottle "What business you have here stranger?" The tavern owner asked him with interest, "None of your concern" The stranger calmly replies, "Well I see a man walking around and yet always coming back not finding what he seeks" The tavern owner would laugh before suddenly stopping as blood covered the counter suddenly.

 "I hated that laugh" A new voice spoke but was of slight aggression and like a man who found something that made him interested, "Well I see someone takes interest in a stranger" The man spoke calmly but with an edge of warning to his voice like a dagger stabbing the heart.