[SRP] The Three Wyverns Tavern

[Victor]

Roland looked up from his plate as three more interesting characters streamed into the room, looking almost more out of place than he was. The purple-clad pair was interesting enough; fabric that color wasn't something so easily acquired, and the sheer amount of purple that the woman was wearing was off-putting. The man was a large and imposing figure, and the wicked looking Sacaean sword at the woman's side didn't seem like it would be wise to pick a fight with either of them.

Then, another red-haired man walked in, clad in enough armor for two or three cavalrymen. He quickly sat next to Roland. Once again, another one to not pick a fight with. Roland began examining the man's armor for the cracks and gaps in the plates. Only in case of emergency, really. At least that's what he told himself. It seemed everyone in the tavern today was taller than he was, but he wouldn't shy away from a fight.

He warily continued his food and had just began to take a sip of ale when the table next to him struck up a conversation.

"I'm not sure, really," he said plainly, putting his tankard down and resting deeper into his seat, "I'm just passing through. Looks like everyone's just wary, as usual. Could be worried about the bandit attacks in Pherae."

Roland immediately took note of the greatsword at the man's table. It was not a cheap-looking weapon. He was absolutely sure he was talking to a pair of nobles; there was no other explanation for all that purple. He picked up his tankard again and gesticulated with it.

"Most likely not something you two should be worried about."