Tavern Trouble

The boy nodded quickly, scribbling the order down before hurrying off, his steps a little too quick, as if eager to escape the pressure of the interaction. Adrian watched him go, noting the nervous energy that clung to the boy. There was something about him that seemed out of place in a rough environment like this.

As he waited for his drink, Adrian let his ears pick up bits and pieces of conversations from the other tables. Mercenaries discussed their latest contracts, boasted about their victories, or exchanged tips on the best ways to handle certain beasts and opponents. It was clear that this was a place where battle-hardened warriors gathered to relax and prepare for the next fight.