Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Voldemar looks around. If no one is around (in human, dog, or similar form), he quietly approaches the house. He carefully peeks through the window (for a couple of seconds). He listens to what is happening (if he can hear anything through the wall).

A trio of males? Did it take them a long time to get here from the tavern?

Unfortunately, Voldemar's camouflage skills leave much to be desired.
-- What the hell? -- one of the strangers hears a noise. -- I'll go check it out...
There are only a few seconds until he opens the door.

Added 4 minutes later

well, I guess Hargon didn't notice, and Zurich just saw them go to the tavern

—Well... I probably have two silver coins (that's 20 coppers, right?). If luck exists in this world, it is in any case tied to matters beyond comprehension, and therefore comes from the Void and is subject to it.

-- I can sell you a ring, -- Thorstein takes it off his finger and turns it so that Hargon can examine the pattern in all its details. Against the background of intricately intersecting lines is the head of an unknown beast. The ring itself is made of brass -- the contemptible gold of the poor.
-- Sandar -- are you not from the same village? -- the northerner casually addresses the mage. -- Why are you silent like a stranger? Do you want me to sell you something too.