The town was unfamiliar at best, and to be honest, he was surprised that just about every single local in town, which all spent their short amount of time in his presence by staring and watching him, some muttering, some frozen in raw fear. Sharn was not particularly used to people, but he had learned. The problem was not his own reactions though, it was the common man's reaction towards him. Sharn was a Jamoura. He was a large ape-like being, and even though his kind developed speech in the human tongue and have proven themselves to be highly educated, people still feared them because of their massive size. He couldn't blame them. Primitive fears, you see a large wild beast, you either fight or flee, common sense... no, instincts.
Sharn was hulking through the town as he came across two men arguing, but it was their topic that intrigued him. Assassin, knights, and work. Sharn had no interest for assassins, had no experience in dealing with them, didn't desire it either. Knights, though, he figured Wystern to be an officer or law-keeper in Syliras, and noted he said 'we' several times. We, the town, we the Syliran Knights, it made sense, he was with them. That was the man he needed to talk to. Sharn, however, adopted the manners of his late master, and thanks to her infinite wisdom, he was able to adapt. He allowed their conversation to end, but found himself timid in approaching Wystern. The man was having a rough day. Sharn, of course, had no idea how long that argument lasted, or if any problems before it had occurred, but the man was, without a doubt, bothered.
A few minutes after the knight disappeared into the tavern, Sharn followed, ignoring all eyes locked on him or whispers about his appearance here. It obviously wasn't illegal, he hadn't been approached by the knights yet, but it must be a shock at least.
Sharn found fitting through the tavern entrance to be a task for his hulking body. He was nearly four feet wide, and just short of eight enormous feet in height, crouching, turning sideways, and carefully shuffling inside, Sharn was able to avoid crushing the frame or plowing over people. Oddly enough, the residents of the tavern seemed a little more tolerable of his presence, or maybe just lacked the ability of fear due to large amounts of alcohol running through their veins. The Jamoura Male slowly scanned the room, searching for that Syliran knight, which he now regretted not grabbing a hold of when he was outside. |