It was a long day, made longer by the lack of customers. The only individuals that came in here would do so to visit his cook who was growing increasingly annoyed by the fact they weren’t really making any money to speak of. He wouldn’t blame him if they just flat out left. Hearing the ding of the doors the demi-human glanced at where the kitchen was. Seeing his cook and a few of his friends talking the trio glanced at skald.
”Heading out? For good this time?”
”Fraid so Skald. Thanks for getting me off of the streets n on my feet. But My kinsmen need me further north.”
”Well Dimitri I can’t say that I blame you. The hearth has been colder for longer than it’s been lit. Safe travels all right?”
”I feel like shit leavin yah like this but…”
”It’s fine Dimitri. Get goin before we both get teary eyed.”
Skald gave a little grin and waved his cook goodbye, watching the trio leave through the door the man let out a soft sigh. Deflating against the bar and hanging his head back. Maybe just maybe he’d have to figure something out to move his prospects elsewhere. Maybe to bosco? He heard it was nice there but honestly he wasn’t sure how well accepted he’d be. The accent aside he wasn’t exactly the most normal in a town of mostly humans as is.
His ear flicked again as he heard the crunching of boots...