Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140202063207

When no response was given, Makoru simply walked past, leaving Olaf behind as he ducked into the inn. After a long moment of struggling to hold Torene in one hand and reach into his pocket, he managed to withdraw a small coin purse and toss it to the innkeeper. He pushed past a sellsword dressed in steel armor and used his back to push open the door to the room he had rented, then set Torene on the bed and fell back in a chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

After he took a moment to regain feeling in his right arm, he rose to his feet and turned to the door, quietly pulling it open and locking it with the key he had been given by the innkeeper before walking back to the front door, pushing it open and stepping out into the streets of the City of Kings. The cold night air brought a small smile to his face as he stepped out the door, and he couldn't help but look up at the moon and stars as he thought to himself, of both what was to come and what had happened.