Fleet Feet [Closed]

Tristain strode through the busy streets of the town, his large bulk and stern glower forcing people to part around him and give him space. The large man was rather irritated at the moment, which was only serving to make his glare even more fierce. He had just finished a contract - to clear out a small nest of bandits that had sprung up in a nearby forest - and received his pay.

Which was where his irritation came in. The bandits that he had exterminated had been fresh and unknown, and none of them had any bounties on their heads aside from the contract itself. Considering that there had been many of the bastards, and they had all seemed to have a theme - speed and daggers- the actual fight had been rather annoying for Tristain, and he was currently littered in small cuts and wounds, blood dried onto his skin and in his clothes. And because they didn't have bounties, he couldn't even claim any extra reward from dealing with them.

So large, armor clad, glaring, and bloody, he was stomping his way through the town. At the very least he hoped he could find something to do to deal with his irritation - a tavern brawl maybe? It would be cathartic and he could smash his fists into some people. But that would probably just end up with him being more irritated than not, because he'd be drinking at that point and then get interrupted in his drinking. He scowled.

He wasn't even in the town he was normally in, so it wasn't like he could go back and sit and talk with Aynur, either. No, of course he had to have traveled to another town where he knew no one. The swirl of bodies around him tightened in, and Tristain lifted his eyes upwards, scowling as he felt people moving too close to him for his comfort.