The cloaked ranger made his way down the street, his torn leather boots trudging along in the mud. Rain poured down upon Estolad, clouding the skies and causing it too become very dull. Many of the residents of Estolad had stayed at home today, as it had been raining. But Valindor had copped much more than ran in his life-time; so he could withstand it, despite the cold feeling it gave. The ranger held his bow tightly against his chest; in case someone wanted to start anything with him.

He was not in the best mood tonight, he had just lost some valuable (OOC) gold in a bet, which he regretted now. Only recently had he left the bar: and was now making his way around the town to clear his mind and forget about what had just happened. "Bloody gambling. Never trying it again.." Valindor said as he rounded a corner, kicking a small rounded rock around with him.

The rain now poured harder then before, crashing and stinging the exposed parts of Valindors skin. It did not hurt; but it was not very fun either. As the ranger rounded another corner he heard voices of other people: the people all sounded intoxicated. "A barfight.." He thought as he poked his head around the corner, keeping his face hidden beneath the hood of his cloak.

Indeed he was right. A brawl had broken out in front of the bar: which involved two men fighting in unarmed combat. One had serious wounds on his left cheek and above his eye. The other with minor wounds to his jaw and a large cut above his left eye. It was obvious the men were drunk, due to the way they staggered around as they fought. Two others had now entered the fray, trying to break up the brawl.

Valindor simply watched on, waiting to see if any interesting would happen. He would have helped break the fight up, but this was not his fight: he had no right. One of the other people were now on the ground coughing, it seemed they had been hit with a fair shot to the gut. The other now swung a broom around wildly, slamming both of the brawlers onto their back. "Pity the fools.." Valindor said as he continued watching.

Unkor trudged through the soggy mud, his cape now stained a deep brown where it was previously white. His katana was sheathed by his side, there if he needed it. The soles of his boots were also covered in mud. The rain made his hair turn wet, which made it droop down over his eyes; not a good thing. This village was not the best place in all of Arda; but he was here now and he could do nothing about it.

Shivers ran down his spine as he walked through the town; due to the rain. He had not seen many others outside on this day, they all kept inside due to the weather; which would be the smartest thing to do. But Unkor was not the smartest, he knew that. He loved the great outdoors; whether it was rainy or sunny, so he did not really care for what the weather was.

But then again the rain was not his favourite weather. It was dull, boring and just plain annoying at times. However the knight had grown fond of sticking out his tongue and tasting the rain, it was refreshing to him. Now he stood out in the center of the town, his hands outstretched as he collected and drank the rain as it fell.

Many bypassers who dared go outside looked at him weird, but he really did not care. The rain was like any other water, except the fact that it was fresh from the sky itself; which made it all the better. The rain was now pouring hard, which stung the knight's tongue with every drop that managed to hit it.

"Damnit.. better move on then." He said under his breath as he subsided from the rain-drinking, making his way over towards the streets, passing by the bar. "You! Stop it.. ahh!" Unkor heard as he rounded a corner, gripping tightly onto the hilt of his katana. "Bar brawl." He sighed as he watched two men fight, throwing fists at each other wildly, staggering around as they cursed each other.

"You swine!" One yelled, throwing out a left swing, missing completely.

They were drunk, nobody would behave like this when unintoxicated, unless you were some stupid roused barbarian with no sense of self-control. Unkor sighed as he progressed towards the brawl, ripping his blade from the scabbard. "STOP!" He yelled as he neared the fighters, yet it had no effect. Nobody ever listened to the paladin; even if he was only attempting to help, or stop someone from doing something they would regret in future.

"Always the hard way.."