Aside from the rather abrupt tour around the town that he'd done with Credence the day after his arrival to help spread the word about an emergency meeting, Alex hasn't really stepped much of a foot outside of the inn since he got here. Granted, he's only been in this place for three days, but for Alex? Keeping his nose to himself for that long when there was a mystery to solve only happened when he was laid up in the hospital.
And even that was questionable, really.
He can't help it though. He's tired, and it has nothing to do with the cold or his injuries (because those are gone-- or at the very least healed, and the implication that has with how long he's been gone already is frankly staggering). It's something more bone deep. Something he's having trouble finding the motivation to work through.
After all, what's the point in fighting, if he just winds up somewhere worse every time? Maybe he should just... settle? He really doesn't know, and that's the worst part of all of this.
It's enough, however, that he's started to get an eye for new faces at the inn. New faces that are appearing with enough regularity to be deeply concerning, but no, he's not thinking about that. The current one looks are rough as Alex feels, which is honestly the strongest evidence that Alex has that the man digging through his waterproof bag at a table is new, rather than simply someone who's been out, hunting, or whatever else it is they do around here, for the past couple days. Well, that and the fact that he's still touting around the bag, anyway.
"Let me know if you find anything in there other than clothes, will you?" Alex says in a friendly enough voice as he sidles over the to table, a soft London accent and slightly worn out smile for the man. "Maybe you'll have better luck than I did."
The Inn
And even that was questionable, really.
He can't help it though. He's tired, and it has nothing to do with the cold or his injuries (because those are gone-- or at the very least healed, and the implication that has with how long he's been gone already is frankly staggering). It's something more bone deep. Something he's having trouble finding the motivation to work through.
After all, what's the point in fighting, if he just winds up somewhere worse every time? Maybe he should just... settle? He really doesn't know, and that's the worst part of all of this.
It's enough, however, that he's started to get an eye for new faces at the inn. New faces that are appearing with enough regularity to be deeply concerning, but no, he's not thinking about that. The current one looks are rough as Alex feels, which is honestly the strongest evidence that Alex has that the man digging through his waterproof bag at a table is new, rather than simply someone who's been out, hunting, or whatever else it is they do around here, for the past couple days. Well, that and the fact that he's still touting around the bag, anyway.
"Let me know if you find anything in there other than clothes, will you?" Alex says in a friendly enough voice as he sidles over the to table, a soft London accent and slightly worn out smile for the man. "Maybe you'll have better luck than I did."