Twirks

Fiontann kneels near a tree, he's keeping it to his right to hide him from the brigand camp up the hill, as well as the patrols that walk around. Some other trees five or four meters away from him cover him from the side of the lake as well, where the meeting will take place, he keeps the hood low to hide any white parts in the dark and waits for the meeting, he doesn't mind the cold.

The door opens and a man in expensive clothing comes in, he has blue yes and black hair, yet some white is starting to show near his temples, he wears a plumed hat that he takes off the moment he steps into the inn and walks to the counter and orders a pint of beer.

Anriett is scanning the man enters the inn. She would wait if Liz greats him and says his name. Pulls back her hood when she hears the familiar name, turns her gaze towards the man and smiles at him, says in a kind tone.