[ Roland settles in to Solvunn surprisingly quickly. It's not exactly what he was used to back in Midworld, but he's learned that picking up the local slang and traditions as soon as possible makes things easier.
What doesn't help is that not everyone in his group had chosen to come through to Solvunn. For a few days after they arrive Roland can be found every night in one of the local taverns. He doesn't drink so much as he stares moodily into the distance, a grim expression on his face. While he won't approach anyone he knows, neither will he reject anyone who chooses to join him. ]
[ After around a week, he can start to be found in the town market, selling freshly hunted game for both meat and pelts. Roland has traded the silks they received back in Thorne for more comfortable clothes, but he wears a broach with the death arcana pinned across his breast-- the result of another trade. His eyes light up when he sees someone he recognises. ]
Hile! How goes it? The Old Gods treating you well?
Roland / Death arcana
What doesn't help is that not everyone in his group had chosen to come through to Solvunn. For a few days after they arrive Roland can be found every night in one of the local taverns. He doesn't drink so much as he stares moodily into the distance, a grim expression on his face. While he won't approach anyone he knows, neither will he reject anyone who chooses to join him. ]
[ After around a week, he can start to be found in the town market, selling freshly hunted game for both meat and pelts. Roland has traded the silks they received back in Thorne for more comfortable clothes, but he wears a broach with the death arcana pinned across his breast-- the result of another trade. His eyes light up when he sees someone he recognises. ]
Hile! How goes it? The Old Gods treating you well?