[It isn't an uneventful visit, but there's something strangely calming about falling back into fighting. It matters far less there if something feels familiar or off - Alaric is one who always reacts on instinct anyway, so that isn't any different from the norm. He's doing a little better after the fight, but Blanche sees through him as always, and orders to him to scout out the rest of the town. It's an excuse to be away from people - he won't have to have conversations that are entirely too similar and he won't have to talk about it with her for a little while at least, and that's good enough in Alaric's book.
Of course, it helps that there are bandits to fight out here. He doesn't stray too far from the town, but he does happen to come across a smaller bandit encampment not all that far away. It's likely where these guys came from today, so it would be irresponsible to just leave them there, right? Anyway, irresponsible or not, Alaric slays the lot of them and returns to town as it's starting to get dark. He makes his way to the inn, thanking the innkeeper when she greets him and he finds Blanche in their shared room.
For a moment he simply leans back against the door, but finally he locks it and comes over.]
Before you ask, yes I was injured, and no, it isn't anything serious.
[He holds out his arm, revealing a long, slender cut down his forearm. It's severed through his sleeve again... The cut this time is thick enough to bleed, but it isn't a terrible injury either; it would likely heal up just fine on its own, but Alaric doesn't lie about or hide injuries from Blanche.]
Did you prepare this?
[He inclines his head to indicate the tea already set out. It smells nice; light and sweet and definitely nothing to Blanche's own taste which is why he's questioning it...
Anyway, Alaric is doing better now; he's returned to his usual laidback attitude and calm smile, at least.]
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Of course, it helps that there are bandits to fight out here. He doesn't stray too far from the town, but he does happen to come across a smaller bandit encampment not all that far away. It's likely where these guys came from today, so it would be irresponsible to just leave them there, right? Anyway, irresponsible or not, Alaric slays the lot of them and returns to town as it's starting to get dark. He makes his way to the inn, thanking the innkeeper when she greets him and he finds Blanche in their shared room.
For a moment he simply leans back against the door, but finally he locks it and comes over.]
Before you ask, yes I was injured, and no, it isn't anything serious.
[He holds out his arm, revealing a long, slender cut down his forearm. It's severed through his sleeve again... The cut this time is thick enough to bleed, but it isn't a terrible injury either; it would likely heal up just fine on its own, but Alaric doesn't lie about or hide injuries from Blanche.]
Did you prepare this?
[He inclines his head to indicate the tea already set out. It smells nice; light and sweet and definitely nothing to Blanche's own taste which is why he's questioning it...
Anyway, Alaric is doing better now; he's returned to his usual laidback attitude and calm smile, at least.]