9th of Summer, 510 AV, Midday
Already the sun had crawled higher than Kane would've liked, having slept almost
too well the night prior, his sleeping tarrying far into the morning. So now he found himself running on directions from some of the local tavern-goers, each of them giving a different story on just
how to get there, though they all agreed that the route to take would be to seemingly wander to the opposite side of the city from where it actually was and then weave your way through a series of backstreets, byways and alleys to finally come to the Stables, an oasis of green in a small lake of grey and tan. Soon enough he came upon it, a sprawling(for urban circumstances) emerald field, flanked by buildings and barns housing all range of creatures, not the least his own horse, and Kane felt understandably overwhelmed, not really knowing what to do, the simple suggestion from the night prior only being an idea, not much of a plan.
He made his way into one of the barns, looking mainly for a groom to point him in the right direction, though the only one to be found seemed much too busy attending to the animals' feed, and so Kane, turning his back on him, drew his attention, the young man asking after him, "Hey, what do you need?" Not expecting the boy to speak, Kane thought at first he'd imagined the words, another simple figment of his imagination, though it was soon confirmed, "You here for somethin'?" Replying in turn, Kane looked him, not wanting to appear rude,
"Yes, actually. I was looking for a job." Sighing as Kane spoke, the boy turned back to the steed he was feeding, looking a great deal more disinterested, his mind's focus having moved back to other matters,
"You'll need to speak with madam Windmount then..." Returning to the bale of hay he'd been fiddling with earlier, Kane's eyes betraying his irritation at the dismissal, though he soon continued, "You can probably find her at the small cottage on the rise, if not... well, she'll be in eventually." Well, Kane couldn't say he was attentive, though he probably wasn't paid to be... Giving his thanks, Kane took his leave of the man, allowing him to return to his work, and made his way to the 'rise', a slight hill that allowed one a better view of the establishment. Soon he'd come across what he assumed to be the cottage previously mentioned, a small, homey house built of stone and mortar. Standing for a moment or two nearby, Kane approached the wooden door and knocked three times in succession, hoping to arouse the attention of whoever dwelled within.