Re: Caer for a Dance?
The journey north had been quite an irritation. Tam didn’t mind the rain so much, the cold kept people inside and footsteps unheard. Nor did she mind having to barter for shelter. She supposed she had been fortunate, having been able to find a roof to sleep under most nights, but she would still complain to herself endlessly. She hated being dirty and as she looked down at her mud covered boots she sighed, it would take days for the grime to wear off. Thankfully the rest of her clothing was only wet, nothing a night inside wouldn’t make right. She was cold, always cold, and it seemed that every night she slept was colder than the last, but for some reason it never seemed to bother her much.
Not for the first time she regretted not preparing better for the journey. No bedroll, tent or even blanket, at the very least she wished she had the foresight to purchase a cloak. As she shook her head to toss the water from her hair she looked up at the city before her. Caer Anddross, she knew little of the city but from what she had heard from those sharing her journey north the potential for wealth in the city was near endless. Naïve nobles, petty criminals, royalty and castles, the thought made her grin. She wasn’t so simple as to believe everything from these peasants, but she held hopes.
Garth. The name came to her again as she thought of who she was to see. While a relation could be helpful she’d rather not impose on family, at least not for now. Perhaps once she has the lay of the land, so to speak, she could indulge in some family time. The Scars was a curious name, by its very implication Tam had some idea of where to look.
As she approached the guards she looked up at them with innocent eyes as she brushed wet strands of hair out of her face. ”Excuse me sirs. I’m here to visit family, could you direct me to Tanholme?” She looked past the guards, deeper into the city, ”Are there any areas I should avoid while I’m in the city? I could also use the name of a good Tavern.”