Roland had finished up putting his things inside of the spare room that Ink lent him until he found a place of his own. His armour went in the chest, and his spear went next to the hammock, in case he needed to grab it while sleeping. His javelins were laid on the floor under his hammock. His pack with his changes of clothes, camping gear, entrenching tool, and other miscellaneous things were either still in the pack, set next to the chest, or inside of it. He set the bottle of wine on top of the chest, and tucked the hunting knife into his boot.
Next, Roland set upon changing out of his clothing which was a tad grimy from being on the road. He undid his dyed black leather boots and slid his grey cotton socks off, putting them in a pile opposite of the fire pit. Next came his forest green cotton pants and matching collared overshirt. He peeled his off-white sleeveless undershirt off and tossed it in the pile which he would wash-up in the morning. His grey cotton under shorts came off as well.
He wasn't nude for long before going over to his pack and pulling out fresh clothing. The young wolf picked out a pair of white under shorts, a grey short-sleeved cotton shirt, and fresh, white socks. Along with that, he pulled out brown woollen trousers and a matching collared jacket made of cotton. Once he was re-dressed, the wolf sat in his hammock for a moment, to put his boots back on.
When he was done arranging everything and changing, he took a quick look around the room. He was ready to take a quick stroll around town, get himself familiar with it's layout... Look for choke-points, or poorly defended areas. Maybe, if the pack leader would want his advise, he would suggest on how to better fortify Jordhiem.
With that, he was out the door, surveying the residential section of the Vinátta, making mental notes to himself. He had a feeling the folk here didn't see much action, as the two pack-members he met weren't clearly armoured or armed. In his village, everyone old enough to hold a weapon openly carried one. He no longer thought that Ink, the hybrid he met a few days before was beneath him. The boy seemed much more articulate than he, but the Wolf didn't get much time for schooling. He still had vivid memories of fighting alongside his father and other members of his village at the age of just 9 months, honing his skills in battle fast... If he hadn't he wouldn't be standing here today.
His mind wandered for a moment, his body tensing. With a shake of his head and a mutter under his breath, he was walking and looking around once more. He could already tell that nightmares would plague him tonight... but that bottle of wine given to him would stave them off.
After doing a quick lap around Jordhiem, he sat down on a tree stump, cracking his knuckles on his thighs, pausing for a moment. Sitting felt good. He'd been mobile for a week, and it felt good to be at a place where he could take a break, not having to worry about marauders.
Word Count :: 549
.RolandBites { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pAx33.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; background-color:#363430; width:450px; margin:0px auto; text-align: left; padding:500px 0px 10px 0px; color:#a6a09a; font-family:arial, georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:18px; border:1px solid #a6a09a; outline:1px solid #000000;}
.RolandBites b {color:#b8cac1; }
.RolandBites p { text-indent:40px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; }
.RolandBites p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; }
</style>
[/html]