Traders and sea merchants filled the city streets, leaving no room for the large Gypsy mare or the man astride her to move. People milled around the duo, yelling out their wares and other just yelling in anger for them to get out of the way. Linus dismounted the mare and led her by the reins toward the nearest inn. The inn looked cozy enough, though it did need a good coat of paint and a new fence, but it was good enough for now. He he looked at the mare and spoke something to her as he placed the reins upon her neck and put the stirrups on the seat of the saddle. The mare snorted and stood in the yard of the inn and waited.
Linus walked inside and looked around. Drift wood carvings and odd feathers and fish scales were everywhere! Obviously the inn keeper had to much free time, or was an avid collector. Jet black eyes searched the small room and found a small man dozed off in a chair behind a desk. Linus cleared his throat but the man didn't stir, he instead he emitted a loud snore and grunted.
Linus had no time do deal with drowsy inn keepers s he balled his fist and slammed it down on the desk. The little carvings on the desk jumping up and falling over. The inn keeper awoke with a fright and stared at the man who had awoken him. "M..m..may I help you?" He sputtered out. Linus smiled and nodded. "I'd like to request a room and a stall." His deep voice sounded like two rocks rubbing against each other. The small man nodded and handed him a small gold key and swallowed hard. Linus graped the key and walked out back toward the stable. He whistled for the mare and undid the packs on her back and closed her into a stall. He placed a square of hay into the stall and walked back out to the inn with the packs slung on his back. He walked upstairs and undid the lock and went inside.
The room was simple with only a bed pushed against the far wall. A trunk at the foot of the bed and an oak table on the other wall. The window looked out over the sea and seagulls circled outside. Linus set his packs on the bed and relocked the door on is way out.
The sun was at it's highest in the sky and it's rays beat down on the town center, making sweat pour down the face's of many. He walked around, constantly being shoved and given nasty looks from the traders. Was it his dirty, unshaven appearance? Or was it his unwashed clothes? The leather leggings were stained with mud and grass, but the leather was still taught and unworn. His leather and cotton shirt was dirtied with dust but was none the worse for wear. So maybe he wasn't the cleanest man in the town, but he was a traveler so it didn't really matter.
He made his way down to the shore and away from the crowded town center. Here the only people were either sailors or sea merchants coming in from sea. A crisp salt laden breeze was wafting off the sea, cooling everyone from the noon day's heat. But by this time the sun was starting to set and the ocean was drenched in red and pink ribbons of light. Linus let out a sigh and sat upon a large rock. The breeze played with his light russet hair and he closed his eyes to it, remembering times long before of when his mother once took him to the ocean as a child. He remembered her soothing voice as he waded into the water and when they built a sand castle and he was happy. The shriek of an overhead gull called him from this flashback and into the real world. The world where he wasn't accepted by society, and when he was someone came along and crushed that happiness. That's just how his life worked..
