[Rob-hin]

His vision was clouded by a train of thoughts.
Though he had no worries, Ambron seemed to be absent a lot of the time; thinking about things; little and small, important and insignificant.

As he walked, he bumped into somebody.
"I am sorry! Could you please direct me to the Green Griffen, good sir?"
With his attention back in reality, Ambron quickly recaptured his senses.
“Excuse me good man, I didn’t watch where I was going.”

Then he took his time trying to get an impression of the man behind this new voice. There was something about him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly.

“By all means young’n, I’m on my way there now. Walk with me if you’d like.”

He took a sip from his pipe.