The bar wasn't far from the entrance to the village, so Suleiman didn't take too long. Knowing that the town was under occupation by Raewaldian forces, Suleiman left his equipment with the convoy, wanting to pass off as a fellow Myrcian in the village. The last thing he wanted was people being reserved around him. He needed some time to relax and learn more about the place.
The Wrong Trousers felt like home to him. There wasn't any kind of sophistication, be it the attire of the folks coming to the place, or its interior design. It didn't seem like anything would catch his attention, but something did. He heard a conversation about a pink-haired man...the sight of Prince Owen. This wouldn't have surprised Suleiman, had he not heard the fact that they had seen him over a week ago.
Prince Owen, in this village, a week ago? But we were fighting Deirans back in Raewald! Could this be a Deiran ploy? I need to learn more about this...
To his shock, someone had interjected a question into their conversation, and it was none other than Princess Cassandra.
Why is the princess here, alone? And why is she asking these men about someone looking like the Prince? The whole thing seems fishy...but she shouldn't be seeing me here. I guess she won't recognize me, I'm a nameless soldier after all.
He decided to walk over to the men talking about the mysterious pink-haired man, avoiding eye contact with the princess all the while. Maybe he could get something out of these men, there wasn't much he could do in the village anyway.
"The bartender is a funny man, isn't he? Probably trying to sell stories to get more customers." he said in a low tone as to not get overheard,butting into their conversation.