by A Delivery
People crowded the streets of Reyon, darting two and fro throughout the market area. Races, everywhere from the few tall Elves to the scampering Halfings slipping between feet and somehow drawing enough attention to not be stepped on. Merchants called to people passing by, telling of all the great goods they had for sale.
However, despite the chaos, the clopping across the light stone streets on horseback were two men, leading along a riderless horse. They chatted to each other in low tones, but kept a close eye on the street. The older fellow, looking to be in his mid-fifties with long grizzled hair tied back from his face, scanned the crowd, his eyes scrutinizing each person. However, his face remained cheered and he showed no signs of worry.
Riding alongside him was a younger fellow, perhaps in his thirties, with sandy-brown hair and a very confident air about him, guided his horse without scanning the streets, seeming very familiar with this environment. He muttered something alongside to his older companion and chortled, but the older fellow just shook his head.
"No, I mean it, Nathan, the food there is terrible!" the younger fellow exclaimed. "Your days in Reyon haven't been in the past what, decade, huh?"
Nathan chuckled and guided his horse around a man carrying a basket of apples. "Come now Bruik, it's been at least two. But I'm certainly not too old to not remember the most respectable inn in town." He grinned. "Plus, being old isn't easy, I've got quite the appetite."
People crowded the streets of Reyon, darting two and fro throughout the market area. Races, everywhere from the few tall Elves to the scampering Halfings slipping between feet and somehow drawing enough attention to not be stepped on. Merchants called to people passing by, telling of all the great goods they had for sale.
However, despite the chaos, the clopping across the light stone streets on horseback were two men, leading along a riderless horse. They chatted to each other in low tones, but kept a close eye on the street. The older fellow, looking to be in his mid-fifties with long grizzled hair tied back from his face, scanned the crowd, his eyes scrutinizing each person. However, his face remained cheered and he showed no signs of worry.
Riding alongside him was a younger fellow, perhaps in his thirties, with sandy-brown hair and a very confident air about him, guided his horse without scanning the streets, seeming very familiar with this environment. He muttered something alongside to his older companion and chortled, but the older fellow just shook his head.
"No, I mean it, Nathan, the food there is terrible!" the younger fellow exclaimed. "Your days in Reyon haven't been in the past what, decade, huh?"
Nathan chuckled and guided his horse around a man carrying a basket of apples. "Come now Bruik, it's been at least two. But I'm certainly not too old to not remember the most respectable inn in town." He grinned. "Plus, being old isn't easy, I've got quite the appetite."
