Hide-and-Seek

"Actually I ran away from school when I was 13. No one could find me, and the police were called. I was just hiding in a little thicket of grass at my school, and went to sleep." Zhang Ziyi
((OOC: It's Ishack again, I'm not sure what this post will be about. We'll see, hopefully the writing will go somewhere interesting.))
"The big burly guy" at the bar was Kyrus, after being refused a room (supposedly there were none remaining, although the innkeeper had welcomed two women directly after he arrived), he had paid several coppers for a meal, promising the innkeeper that afterwards he would leave. He was feeling very irritated that he was being thrown out merely because he appeared intimidating. Still, there was nothing he could do, unless he wanted to cause a rucus, and that would only attract attention, something he could not afford.
Kyrus downed another pint of ale. Kyrus considered himself a good drinker. He could drink more than three pints and still be able to win a fight, a theory well tested to be sure. Now, he ordered a second one, to go with his quail. It was a hearty meal, but he felt miserable. He was tired of this game, the hide-and-seek he had played for more than three months. He was tired of being cold and hungry. He was tired of all the bounty hunters that were after him, that he had to tediously dispose of.
They were tiresome and he had begun to loose all hope of a new, free life. He peered around the dark inn, in part scanning the crowds as was his custom, looking for anyone suspicious, also because he was restless for a brawl. Nah, no one worth fighting.
He finished the meal and wandered outside, maybe he could slip into an empty room through the window. He could a good nights rest without anyones knowing. He began to walk around the inn, peering through the windows, looking for an empty room he could use. He came to the stable, it would have to do for the night. He'd tip the stable boy, or just scare him into servitude and silence. He hurried and began setting up a bed in the hay.
That's when he saw the goat. He approached it slowly, briefly checking his surroundings to be sure he was alone.
"I know you..." he muttered. Where had he seen that goat before? It reminded him of something very important, what was it?
"Oh, shit. The Sisters." Instinctively his hand went to his eye patch.