It was coming up to mid day, with hardly any cloud in sight. With the sun's rays beating down onto Rya's face, squinting from the glare he gazed upon the entrance of Ketra, hoping to find more answers about his family. Walking up past the gate he noticed the market close by, deciding to have a look at the wares. Pausing for moment he noticed the town's guardsman watching him, this came to no surprise to him, after all he was a stranger to them. Simply ignoring them he headed towards the closest tavern, after all it was the best place to start asking questions and possibly some work for him.
Letting out a sigh, he entered the tavern feeling the cooler atmosphere. Smiling slightly he stepped up towards the bar. With all the locals looking at him he did feel slightly out of place, but choosing to again ignore he asked the bar keeper. "Excuse me? but do you know if there's any jobs for mercenaries going?", shortly after the keeper replied "If your looking for work lad, go check the town hall." Rya giving the keeper a smile he replied "Thanks" Suddenly an arm gripped his shoulder, turning around he noticed two large brutish men, "Hey, whats your problem?" he asked with a glare. The two men started to laugh and replied, "Strangers aren't welcome here, or some pipsqueak" Quickly Rya grabbed the hand on his shoulder, then using his strength he removed the grip. "I'm no pipsqueak, brute..." he replied with an angry tone. As the bar keeper tried to calm them down, Rya noticed the three guardsman enter the tavern. Turning to face them he threw the brute's hand almost sending him flying into a table, deciding to leave he headed towards the door but only to be stopped by the guards, "Hey whats the big deal, are people unfriendly here?"