Re: Pyros
Past when his hands became sore, Talis finally put the violin back in it's case, and dropped two gold pieces on the counter before Ameiko, nodding politely any hastening away.
Talis wasn't blind, but did his best to pretend he was around the local girls who had been glancing in his direction all night. Talis bore a quick mind from years of studying the Cyphergate. He was nimble and agile as many elves. Manual labor, farming, and constant training put quite a bit of muscle on his bony arms. However, one thing he was not, was terribly attractive, physically, financially, or socially. A six foot scarecrow with a sword, an ill earned reputation, no steady work, and a lack of foresight likely to put a 21 on his headstone. Any interest the locals had in him, would fade in a week or a day, maybe sooner if they spoke to him. Certainly it was not genuine interest, just momentary attration, that drew their attention. He did the kindest thing he could for them, and continued to pay them no noticable mind, lest he became a regreted mistake to contemplate upon in years to come.
That in mind, he made two detours on his way to bed. The first, avoiding the foolish girls, and the second, passing by the halfling woman. "Miss Fallowfield," he said in his typically polite manner. " I'll be out for a bit around sunrise, but back to break fast. What say we and Glum visit the White Deer as early as is reasonable to fetch the others? Perhaps get a quick start to a likely busy day."