The White Horse Inn, Act II

[Daniel Telcontar]

Talan stood by the window, and watched as the new girl and some unknown fellow argued about the laundry. He did not seem to threaten Sigrid, but he was not happy about it anyway, his fists slightly clenched.

It was his job to make sure nobody made trouble at the Horse, and that included patrons who could not keep their hands to themselves. Talan may not be the brightest, yet he knew his duty and he knew what he needed to know about fighting from his years on the streets.

And that guy, Jarlyn, did not seem too straight. His attitude might be friendly, but anyone talking to a serving maiden while she was doing the laundry, had the wrong intentions, no matter what they were.

Nothing happened really though and he could relax. After getting something to eat, he noticed that very same girl sitting eating alone, but it seemed that the innkeeper had control of that, so Talan merely yawned and left for his little room behind the kitchen, grabbing an apple when walking through.

As he sat in his room, eating the last few pieces of the apple he thought about the work on the new stable. It was going fine by all he could see, and he reckoned on Faran to let him know if it was not.

So throwing the remains of the apple out of the window he closed his eyes and fell asleep, comfortable about the thought that somebody trusted him with something important.