Searching the wisdom of the old

[Vaetar]

Stepping out of the tavern, Vaetar started to make his way to the residential area near the outskirts of town. After his morning shift for Lucian he had headed for the Riparian guard to ask around for anyone that might be willing to discuss tactics and strategy with him, however he soon found that the guard was unwilling to let go of its secrets to an outsider.

Defeated he had made his way outside when an older drillsargeant whispered a name to him while passing by. As luck would have it the name belonged to an retired officer, still living in the town. With a bit of questioning he had gained vague directions to the mans house. His first priorty now however was getting a bit of food.

Making his way through smaller and smaller streets that became less crowded with every step he took he finally found a house that fit the description he had been given. A small, yet in this area remarkably clean and pristine, house with green doors and a small cast iron fence. Still a bit uncertain Vaetar walked a cobblestone path to the front door and he knocked, slightly concerned this still was the wrong house.

[Tauro]

The home was indeed well kept and looked out place amongst the other homes nearby. Care had been taken to a small patch of garden out front, and the walls were clean and seemed to be freshly painted. A small window allowed the resident to look out into the street, and a heavy oaken door greeted Vaetar as he approached and knocked. At first, he heard nothing from within. There was, in fact, hardly a sound on the street at all. Any sounds came from far off, likely the more active and vibrant sections of Riparia.

Eventually, Vaetar heard someone cough, and a muffled 'Coming' could be heard from within. He could hear the sound of the bar being lifted from the door, which slowly opened. A face, old yet clean shaven, with a thick scar running from his left eye to his chin, greeted Vaeter. The man had thinning grey hair, which was kept cut short, with a thin nose and deep, intelligent brown eyes. He eyed Vaeter up and down for a moment trying to place the young man in his memory. Finally, a commanding voice filled the air as the man spoke.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked, his words spoken like one who expected to be answered.