Alexander raises an eyebrow as you leave the tavern. "Leaving so soon? Ah well, do remember to come back and spend your gold here when you get the chance!"
The Knight hesitated for a moment in the doorway of the dilapidated tavern as the smell of dust and broken dreams greeted him. The old warrior shuffles his way to the bar, his joints groan in protest. Just a little further, he cajoled his weary bones.
He takes a seat, placing a coin on the bar top, hoping to get the barkeeps attention.
The floor creaks as the corpulent Barkeep made his way to the lone customer. He wipes the counter with a yellowed greasy rag and asks, ”What will it be old timer?”
Old timer, watch your mouth cur, the knight thought as his hand inched closer to his sword, seemingly of its own accord. He sighed then responded wearily, ”Ale and whatever you have in the pot over the hearth….. plus half a loaf of bread and some hard cheese” The latter half delivered as his calloused hand pushed the coin on the bar top in the barkeeps direction.
The barkeep snatched up the proffered coin with surprising quickness making it disappear into his coin pouch in the blink of an eye. He quickly produced a mug of ale and set in front of the graying Knight. The hefty man went back to the kitchen to fetch a bowl for the stew and the rest of the food that was ordered.