For as much travel as Martin had done in his life, you would think that he'd be better at finding his way around a small town like Ravengro. That thought, however, would be entirely wrong. Martin was horrible at finding his way around on his own. Even worse, judging from the way people kept on looking at him, most of them would rather hurt him than help him. So instead of doing the reasonable thing of asking for directions, he would simply wander around the small town for a while, adjusting his grip on Gamera's transport as he did so.
It was during this wandering that he heard someone mention the name Lorrimor while standing outside. Martin looked over, seeing a half-orc, a half-elf, and a human woman heading into the. They didn't seem like they were from around these parts either. So chances were high that unless there was some other event going on in town, they were here for his father's funeral. That probably meant that this was where his father and Kendra had been living.
Still, even with that perfectly rational assumption, it took a bit of doing to work himself up enough to actually go up to the door and knock. After all, it had been quite some time since he had last seen Kendra, and he hadn't left on what could be called the best of terms. Add in what had recently happened to him, and it was a lot of stress to process at once. Still, it would be worse if he didn't show up at all, so up to the door he went, knocking in a manner that could only be described as timid.
