[IRP] Between Two Worlds

[Victor]

Sergius took a small pause from his food to take a breath and drink. It seemed the girl at the bar with the purple and red cloak had stopped her chatting with the cook and come to approach him. He smiled widely, stroking his beard in an attempt to brush away any crumbs that might have managed to catch. He had to look presentable for a possible sister in the faith coming to him for advice. She looked very polished, almost as if she had taken refuge from the rain in this tavern as a small lapse from important business.

"Cheers and blessings," Sergius saluted in response, raising his glass. He chuckled slightly at her comment and sipped lightly at the lukewarm ale, trying to place her accent. She could very much be part of the Eshren community in Sanovar, a group he did not know entirely very much about, but she sounded almost like a fellow Ilian. Could he have been spotted by someone who recognized his garb and took solace in it? He hoped so. After all, the whole point of being here was to give others solace and combat any evils, both internal and external, voluntary and involuntary.

"I'm not sure I know much," he replied. "They treat me with as much caution as any other foreigner. Come, sit. We can discuss this matter together." Sergius offered the seat across from him at the table.

"You don't happen to be from Edessa, do you?" he asked. The accent was hard to place, but usually people from larger cities spoke several languages. Merchants, too. He wasn't quite sure what to make of this woman yet, but the least he could do was offer respite.