The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
Baãl
Two hours had passed and in that time Baãl had slept, bathed, and changed. Of the two hours, he'd only slept one hour. Thoughts of what transpired outside Milltown's streets and what rumbled in Siegmore perturbed him and the awareness of the stranger he'd came upon, sleeping under the same roof did nothing to settle his restless mind.
Regardless, an hour's nap was better than nothing. And now Baãl stood outside, checking the security of Bucephalus' saddle and ensuring the steed had been taken good care of. He double checked the saddlebags, checked for any damage on the prized breed horse of the Victus house and after he was sure all was well he gave the servant the pouch of silver, almost uncaring as he did.
"Thank you for your services" Baãl informed. Turning his head back to the inn inside, Baãl waited to see if anything or rather anyone would come forward. He'd already paid for his time at the inn, so there was nothing left to do but wait and see if he'd get any unexpected surprise. After a few seconds of silence, Baãl shrugged. Picking up his new black poncho with silver lining he donned it before hoisting himself up the stallion's saddle and ensuring the bags he'd secured with various vials and potions were all well strapped and held.
After a minute of checking, Baãl clicked his tongue and with his heels he tapped Bucephalus' sides. "Let's go boy, we'll head to Siegmore. I'll have one of the Victus' household members situated there take care of you from there." The stallion whinnied and together, Baãl and the pure white steed slowly began to turn away from Harvey's Inn. Horseshoes clacking and clanking against the cobblestone ground.