This was not where he wanted to be, and not just in a physical sense.
The entire position he'd found himself in these past few days was just...ridiculous. While he enjoyed a good old fashioned game of cat and mouse every now and then, tracking down someone who he hadn't planned on ever having to hunt down simply wasn't his idea of fun. Never mind that his idea of fun was already innately warped by most people's standards; that wasn't the point. This was simply annoying, and not the least bit amusing. And, in a way...it was baffling. He hadn't expected the boy to have the courage to attempt something this stupid behind his back.
Especially since the brat wasn't really free. And no amount of distance could change that fact.
Well, at least, not so long as he possessed the ring that kept him bound to him. Nevertheless...once he found the boy, he'd be sure to think up something that would discourage any future attempts. After all, he couldn't watch him all the time, and he wanted to ensure that the boy was put back in his place. And if that meant breaking his spirit, so be it; he didn't need the kid's spirit, anyway. Just his abilities. Hell, the kid would probably be even better broken. He needed to be reminded who was the master in this "relationship", anyway.
Shifting his cloak about his shoulders absently, Kyras glanced tiredly up at the inn that entered his view. He'd already scoured about half the village, shops and all, and was just generally worn down, weary, and moody from the whole ordeal. And only growing more so with each passing minute. But he wasn't about to stop his search, not until he at least got a lead of some sort. Under his control or not, he couldn't have the boy winding up the victim of some street thug or worse, and he had no power to prevent harm from coming to him. And the boy wouldn't be much use severely maimed.
Well...time to go on and quiz yet another set of people.
Pushing open the doors to the inn, Kyras scanned over the patrons already inhabiting the space quickly as he made his way inside. Meh. Just an elven girl, cloaked stranger, a few drunkards and a bard. Wasn't much different from any other inn he'd been in that day. Every inn seemed to have that combination of strangers, at least. He wasn't really disappointed that he didn't recognize anyone, though, not even his pet. He didn't expect the boy would linger long in an inn if he had any brains in that skull of his. Still, Kyras would expect the boy to make a stop at an inn for nourishment in the least, so maybe the innkeeper would have seen something.
The boy did stand out, as it was. Red hair wasn't all too common, so it did tend to stand out.
Shrugging out of his cloak, as the atmoshere within was substantially warmerâ€"and besides, playing polite was generally a good way to get what you wanted if it was availableâ€"he made his way up to the barkeep and ordered a tankard of ale. He never touched it, though. He wasn't much of a drinker, and he didn't need a reason to feel any more tired than he already was. But it was practically an obligation to buy something, and who was he to spit in the face of tradition?
"Excuse me, but I was wonderingâ€"I know you must see a ton of patrons each day, but I was wondering if you had perhaps seen a man about, oh, six feet tall, red hair, ears like an elf, green eyes? Black mark on his neck, looks like a cross? Maybe you remember?" he asked casually, speaking at a normal pitch. He didn't care if others overheardâ€"in fact, even better if they did, for it meant more eyes to keep on the watch. Well, if they were the watchful type.
The reply he got was a simple shake of the head. Inwardly, Kyras cursed, though he kept his disappointment masked. Though it was a bit tempting by now to empty the tankard before him. Instead, he just kept his hands busy by brushing strands of blonde hair from his brown eyes.
Ugh...for all he knew, the boy might not even be in Adela anymore.
If he was smart, he wouldn't be. Though, something told Kyras he'd still be here. How far could he go, anyway? It wasn't like the by could have much money at all on him. No, no, he wouldn't be getting far at all.
Tying not to sigh in annoyance, he took at seat at the bar and rested his elbows on the table. "Ah...well, if you do see someone like that, hold him for me. He's a damned runaway, and I am offering money in exchange for his safe return." Well, the barkeep knew nothing, but that didn't mean no one else here, did. And a little eavesdropping could often reveal a good bit of information. So, he turned his attention onto the other voices that filled the room.