Nevin was still recovering from the events in the Church of the Crimson, his mind heavy and still plagued with worry about the whole situation. He had hoped that a night of rest would alleviate some of his fears, but all sleep had garnered him was nightmares, visions of still being trapped in that stone chamber as the Scarlet Servant laughed and called him 'brother'. The man knew that he was not that thing, not like that thing - he was still human to a degree, not a writhing mass of worm-like beings masquerading as a man - and he knew that his magic was antithetical to the abomination he had slain.


But the fear, those few moments where he thought he was the same, they still haunted him. So here he was, after a rather sleepless night, wandering the city streets of Radasanth, trying to find something to distract himself with. He didn't much care to bother Stare with his issues right now - not when she was dealing with her own ghosts - so he was looking for a safe distraction.

It was the smell of food that caught his attention first, the scent of freshly cooked, hot food cutting through the odors of the city. Nevin looked around as bells began tolling, marking the hour's change, trying to figure out where the much better smells were coming from. He saw it then, a flow of people coming in and out of a building, talking with each other amicably. One came out carrying a roll in his hand, and Nevin knew that was where he could bury himself in some food for a bit.

So in he went, joining the small flow of people, and sequestered himself quietly out of the way, ordering some food and mead to lose himself in for a time.