Spring 8th, 515 A.V
Crisp was the air; filled with a smell that one might indeed find intriguing. A stench which tickles the nostrils of Holland; as he wasn't quite used to being in such an odd environment. Before even managing to get into the vicinity good; an observation was made immediately. Holland made note of several individuals within the area. An old woman; several younger gentlemen and multiple younger ladies. A large structure covered an entire side of the vicinity. Holland enters silently; noticing multiple pairs of eyes gawking at him all at once. Making him more and more uncomfortable by the passing moment; feeling unsafe. He decides upon taking a seat that was much more isolated then majority of the others. In an attempt to separate himself from the others and position himself for a quick escape; just encase things became dire. Holland didn't quite enjoy large social environments with individuals he wasn't familiar with. Having learned from several experiences in the past why he shouldn't trust situations like this. Although for now he would attempt to suppress his paranoia and feelings of anxiety. Drawing a rather swift breath for an elongated period of time inhaling slowly; followed by a deep exhalation. Slowing down his heart rate temporarily in an attempt to calm himself down. Yet, whilst he attempts to get settled in and relax against the Bar; he hears several voices. Listening to the commotion of the multitude of people about the vicinity.
No longer afraid to be social; yet, simultaneously still afraid of being attacked he listens closely. Closing his eyes for a mere moment and overhearing a rather loud conversation. Between the elderly woman to his right approximately thirteen paces in distance. She spoke in a rather raspy voice; Holland opens his eyes simultaneously. Making yet another observation; taking note of the fact that she wore an eye-patch. Perhaps she was indeed blinded in one eye; although that didn't quite matter too much. For what she spoke of was far more important for this given moment in specific. He could overhear the conversation loud and clear. She spoke to another man who carried with him no more then a simplistic dagger; Holland nearly chuckles at the sight of it. Although he knew from experience; daggers aren't a weapon one should make the mistake of underestimating. Although to no avail; Holland could only attempt to silence and restrain himself from chuckling. Now suddenly his heart beats slowly; and he feels the incredibly hard thump beneath his chest cavity. After hearing a few grim words present themselves from the mouth of the elderly woman. Holland wore no more then his typical attire; royal blue garments layered beneath his back and breast armor composed of no more then steel. He clearly heard her distinct and incredibly raspy voice speak to him in clear words.
"Young man, Young man! I know you are a skilled fighter. I can tell simply by laying my ole' right eye upon you. Let me go ahead and tell you a little story; perhaps you can help me with something. Do you care to hear the story; or would you not help a defenseless woman get something precious to her back from a thief?"
Holland was startled for a moment as the woman spoke to him. Her voice was so raspy; incredibly raspy, so much so that he could hardly understand it. Yet, he could very well hear what she spoke of and he responded not with words. For Holland knew of his new-found habit of being incredibly rude without the intention of being rude. Therefore with the nod the woman proceeds to tell the long tale. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long; Holland had just gotten here and he was already prepared to leave. Scared and shaken; startled as she even acknowledged his presence as he was within the bar. Many more eyes gawked at him; the people about the vicinity looked at him as if to say " That ole' woman is crazy! Don't listen to her." The eyes of the others about the vicinity only further made his skin crawl as she began to deliver a speech. She sips ale from a cup for a moment and clears her throat; before she begins to speak.