The journey to Fulcrest took most of the next day. Sparrow had sold most of her unmovable possessions, because she had no intention of coming back. At least, not for a few years.
She had decided the evening before to start working physically for her deity, Melora. The call of her religion beckoned her to travel the land in search of threats to nature- deforestation, belching smoke and burning soot, rivers turned dirty with oil and charred trees. Threats to the wildlife and sea-creatures, she must uproot. It was for this reason that Sparrow began her next journey, and the one that would lead her to her destiny. Oh, and to sell the staff. But that was just a small interaction for her to complete.
After that she would begin traveling.
Link's words echoed in her mind more than ever. It was a constant voice in her dreams and thoughts- "I know someday you'll come back.". She found it difficult not to make plans to sneak back to Elderhaven and see him, but the chance that she would be caught was a weight on the decision. She knew she must not stray back.
It was late afternoon when Sparrow reached the gates of Fulcrest. They were open, and she received no questions from the town guards. This was good. It meant that the diversity of the city's inhabitants was such that a cloaked elf with a large quantity of weapons did not even worthy a glance. Sparrow asked a guard for a recommendation on what inn she should choose, and he told her there was a good tavern just a little ways east near the stables. Sparrow bid him thanks and set off to look for it.
The sun was nearing the horizon when she entered the pub. It was a shabby place but cosy, with fires burning all around and a egoistic bard leading a band in a jolly irish folk song. The inn was crowded and noisy; ale was cheap here and empty tankards dripped in a tell-tale fashion. Sparrow studied the inhabitants.
A large quantity of tipsy halflings were singing a drinking song by the fireplace, occasionally throwing a few gulps of ale on the fire to make it roar with flame. Three suspicious looking teiflings reigned over one corner of the main hall, no-one else wanting to approach them, and a crowd of noisy dwarves bellowed furiously over the origin of a lifedrinker greataxe that Sparrow curiously recognized from somewhere. A parade of gaudily-adorned devas were attracting plenty of attention from their place by the window, and a band of rogue gnomes pickpocketed a collection of drunk humans mercilessly. Nobody noticed the small group of adventurers sitting quietly in a corner.
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