The high mountains of Azirgan were treacherous and sinister. A wrong step could mean the end to his uneventful life. But just as many dangers it brought, the upsides were also one to behold.
The cold nature of the high peaks naturally increased his resistance to harsh weather. Saying his thick leather boots were a big help would be an understatement, without his passed down cloak and boots he would've frozen to death a long time ago. His messy white hair billowing in the freezing winds of Tanlónâ. He slicked his hair back and put on his hood to shield him from the cold.
His emerald green eyes sparkled with determination as he made his way back to the inn.
It reminded him of his mother; the way her words connected so smoothly, the soothing tone that could calm madness with just a few words. Even if she was already around 36 her looks still charmed men around the town. Her braided dark brown hair hanging down from her side.
She leaned over the counter, Nero couldn't help but glimpse down for at her chest for but a moment. Not only were they large just as she was tall but also were they being squished by the desk, pushing them more into his view, he was completely entranced by them. It was only a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity for him. He shook his head and replied:
She nodded typing something into the her notepad as she handed him the keys.
She waved him off as he remembered the sight. Taking the stairs next to the register upstairs he quickly found his room and put down his belongings, taking off his leather armor and finally taking off those heavy boots. He lied his sword next to his nightstand in case of an emergency.
Finally, after an exhausting day; falling into his bed, closing his eyes, he too, drifted to sleep like an ordinary person.
Stretching his arms and body, Nero awoke to the sound of chirping birds and the sun tickling his nose from the window.
He kept his word and paid her what he owed her eating it on the desk near her.
Each time he looked over to her he could feel the motherly aura from her, she really did remind him of his own mother. Thinking so he got curious.
She was shocked, but quickly hid her surprise with a somber smile.
Nero nodded his face wistful as he worked to process this newfound information.
The color drained from her face.
She shook her head, it was very important to her and she could only give it to him tomorrow for some reason? Well, who could deny such a fair maiden?
He asked her if he could be of help to her in the inn, to no avail. So he did what he usually did and wandered around the village tending to the elderly, and helping with all sorts of manual labor, before long it was already evening. Realizing there is nothing else to do he heads back to the inn.
Her smile once again a wonder to behold. He couldn't stop drawing parallels between her and his mother. They were just too alike. He'd wonder, who was that lover of hers? And what happened to him. With no answer to those thoughts, he flapped into his bed after an exhausting day and fell asleep with a hint of excitement for the gift she would prepare for him.