[Soryn Cousland]

Soryn smiled. He had arrived at last.

Everfell had always been somewhere the former lord had longed to visit, having grown up hearing nothing but good things about the kingdom and its people from his father. Unfortunately, his duties had always kept him from taking the trek to the neighboring kingdom, and his father never would have let him even if he had made time for it. After all, the lands his family once owned had been in the north west of Faylinn, on the border with Errigal, and Everfell was on the complete other side of the kingdom. Much to far for a son of a noble lord to travel just to visit a place he had never seen before, or so his father had told him. So, he had never managed to find himself there.

Now, however, he had a purpose, a reason for coming aside from 'just because.' The Silent Hand had taken note of his work, and they had rewarded him for it. Now, he was being transferred to Everfell to work on a series of heists alongside that kingdom's branch of the guild. Soryn couldn't complain at all. Not only was he going to a kingdom he had wished to visit for years, but he was going to be paid for it. What could he possibly complain about? Well, aside from a few encounters on his trip. Soryn would most definitely complain about running into Faylinn border guards carrying his wanted poster.

In any case, he was actually quite enjoying his time in the kingdom so far, and that was saying something, considering he rarely enjoyed much of anything that wasn't something completely illegal and done towards nobility these days anymore. It was perhaps mostly due to the fact that he didn't any stress put on him. In Faylinn, he couldn't walk more than five feet in an important city without seeing his name flare up on wanted posters, couldn't spend a day in a marketplace without some do-gooder knight or a corrupt counterpart trying to have him arrested in the streets. Here in Everfell, he could actually walk around without having to worry about concealing his appearance. It was a lot less stressful.

All he would need now was a good mug of ale, and he'd be set for the day.

And so, an ale he would get. Selecting a tavern at random from the various ones which lined the city streets, Soryn entered the establishment and headed for the closest un-taken table. Being relatively early in the day compared to tradition drinking hours, it wasn't exactly the busiest of places, something which Soryn was quite thankful for. Aside from himself, there was the staff, and a few scattered patrons at various tables; just empty enough for him. Soryn had learned quickly that crowded taverns and himself didn't exactly mix well, following a series of incidents that had occurred in them. He had no desire to find himself thrown into another tavern brawl. The last one had ended with him getting kicked out a door by some story-telling warrior.

His chest had hurt for weeks.

Luckily for him, it seemed like he wouldn't be getting in any such situations today! Just a quiet drink, or two, or five, and he'd be out of there and off to the inn he was supposed to stay at for the next few days. Easy.

After taking a seat at the table, Soryn flagged down one of the waitresses, and ordered himself a mug of the finest ale they had in the place. Though he wasn't particularly rolling in money, Soryn had acquired enough funds prior to making the journey to Everfell that he was capable of throwing it at something as small as good quality alcohol. And having not had the opportunity to drink such a beverage in months, well, it was only fitting that he did so now.

((OOC:// Its been several months since I've posted with Soryn, so I'm trying to get back into the swing of things with him. You might notice the post starts to wander occasionally... sorry about that. Just trying to fill the space while I work out how I'm going to be playing him. ))