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A man in dark clothing with an equally dark cloak wrapped around himself, wearing the mask of a plague doctor, enters the tavern. He moves over to an empty table, provided that there is one, and sets down his gear, ordering whatever the current special is along with a glass of milk. He sets his bag on the table and removed his healer's kit, checking it over. He does this for all of his gear and eats his food while he waits for a job to come in.
Rowan finishes his meal and leaves the inn, going back out to the festival to do his job.
Checking the time after seeing the group head inside, Rowan realizes that he hasn't eaten since early that morning, and it's high time for his mandatory scheduled lunch break. Grabbing his things, he heads inside the tavern. Much like killing two birds with one stone, he can eat his food as well as keep an eye on the most obvious safety hazard around. He sits and orders whatever the place's special is for this time and eats, fiddling with his supplies, which he has set on the table, as he does.
Seeing as the fire show has calmed down, boredom sets in. Rowan takes a journal out of his bag and continues the drawing he was working on before to pass the time, keeping an ear out for any ruckus.
Rowan, like most of the people in the square at this point, sees this happening. He makes sure to have burn remedies on the top of his bag. Once ready, he decides to watch them to pass the time.
In preparation for the festival, Rowan has taken up a seat a fair distance away where he can see most of the square. He's brought the gear necessary to tend to most injuries one can incur from such an event, including lots and lots of burn ointment and gauze. He is currently mumbling to himself and going over his gear, making sure that he'll have all he needs to act as first aid for the event. |
