The few late visitors of the inn looked at him from the corner of their eyes. What could a stranger want in a godsforsaken place like Trestin? As soon as the man left for his room, the rumors started to spread out. The drunken villagemen had all their suspicions ready for a listening ear. One thought he was a criminal, on the run for the army of the queen. Others thought he was a magican, and a few believed he was devilsbreed. But that were only suspicions of the drunken minds.
The Innkeeper shook his head. He knew that the whole city would try to get a glimpse of the late visitor, and that they would start with it as soon as one of the drunken men had his mind clear enough to tell everyone.