A broken melody

The last two or three weeks Huron has barely been seen, if so its for brief moments in the Oak. He generally keeps his smile about him, being as casual as ever. Simply enjoying himself, but the pretense of him about grew less and less. He spent hours upon hours off alone, secluded and thinking. That and preparing various things, mostly done in his room at the Oak. Even if people did talk to him, it was mostly just casual conversation back, except for a select few anyway.

Now a room, cleaned of his usual outfits and void of life sits there below the oak. A lantern burning in the corner with a book resting on the bed, a book and a note, both left for Myre. His headband is slipped into the back page of the book, past the many pages yet to be filled out.

A final few hours are spent calming himself, he goes while the sun shines nearly straight overhead. Resting himself at a spot or two, cloaked over in rather heavy robes and a few packs, then he sets off. Onto a distant road, with only himself. He wants to look back but finds himself unable to, face drawn in and expression simply ...empty. So he walks, listening to the wind and his own feet.

Spoiler:

Throughout the entire night, Ardylan sits in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace inside the Royal Oak. He tightly holds onto a bright blue cloak, occasionally hugging it to his chest for a moment.

The barmaid asks him once or twice if he'd like anything to eat or drink, but he politely declines. Any other patrons inside leave him to his thoughts, but a few might notice tears in his eyes. Eventually everyone leaves and the barmaid goes to bed for the night, leaving the elf alone in the inn.

Once alone, he pulls a bolt of cloth out of his bag, the same bright shade of blue as the cloak he was holding. He lays it out on the floor and measures it out, using a dagger to cut it to size.

He spends the entire night sitting in his rocking chair, sewing the two cloaks together. He works slowly, putting great care into getting the stitching just right. Once he has three sides sewn, he turns the cloak inside out. He makes a few finishing stitches and reinforces the sewing around the clasps.

With his project done, he stands from his chair and puts on his cloak as he heads for the bar. He tacks a note, written with large letters, onto the wall. It simply reads:

Quote :

Myre,

If you need to talk, I am here.

Find me at the Grove.

-Ardylan Baedden

He walks across the room, pushing in a few stray chairs. He even made sure all the interior doors were closed, because he knew how much that bothered Huron. He pauses with his hand on the door for a moment, looking back behind him at the door leading downstairs, to where Huron's room is... was.

As the sun begins to rise once more on the Dalelands, he steps out if the Royal Oak and heads off down the road in the direction of the druid's grove, pulling the cloak around his shoulders tightly.