Another new day I stand in the cold cellar of the inn I've being staying in looking at a notice bored the inn keeper had told told me about yesterday there was a lot of jobs way more then there should be I leaned in to take a closer look when I got interrupted by the cellar door screeching open then slamming closed I tried to bring my attention back to the notice bored I stared at it unable to concentrate with the footsteps of an unknown individual approaching from behind I clench my fist ready to strike should I need to I continue to stare at the board trying not to let my face give away what my body had already prepared for the stranger now stood next to me I looked at them without moving my head I could see now then now it's a man, tall, muscular but not huge, dark jeans, black t-shirt and a green helmet with a thick black stripe from front to back over the head and black leather horns attached to it like a Viking helm "I wounder if anyone told him that he looks ridi...