The tavern bar was full up. Wine, women, and song filled the room as men threw down cards and coin in attempts to seek the favor of lady luck. Marcus was one such man. A recent trip to the north had gotten him a hefty sum and now it was his time to spend and splurge. While Blood Runner certainly didn’t approve of Marcus’s habits, the former slave could care less. He’d almost died once, lived a life proper once. Times like this, when he could just unwind and let loose… It was refreshing. Not to mention it let him a feel for just what was going on.
After all, time in a tavern provided interesting company and information. A few drinks in and men would share just about anything. Women too. But Marcus wasn’t there to give a damn about rumors or old legends, he was in the tavern to enjoy himself. A hearty ale, a meal of rich stew in his belly, and women looming over a few of the card tables- it was his kind of life.
Not all the women were aiming to have a man spend a pretty coin on them though. Some were trying to work, others cleaning. They were pretty to look at he mused, eyes fixing on one of the women going back and forth from her cleaning. He had nothing to lose. Besides, cleaning girls were better conversation then the ones who would agree with whatever you said.
“Hey there.” He smiled, trying his best to be charming. “Why is a pretty thing like you here of all places? Shouldn’t you be at a ball or something?” Outside, Blood Runner rolled his eyes.
[Quote="grasshopper pie]Sorry fir delay! hope this is alright
