Closed [The Herald's Arms] Tale for an ale (Edreina)

[Kristopher]

5th of Summer The puffy smell of pompousness and second floor intrigue oozed around Kristopher from the moment he came in. Perhaps it was a shame he had never frequented the establishment, but this really wasn't the place for him. Tonight might've been diferent in few ways. After all, he was near lonely enough to actually offer coin for companionship, but not yet drunk enough to ever speak his mind on these things. Looking at the floor like it was something exotic, he'd sigh. Quite funny that he was a coward even when he was no longer himself. A braver man would've grasped a fistful of boozom by this time – probably would've gotten slapped and kicked around for it too, but he'd have a petchin nut or two. After all, that's what it came down to, normal males were warriors, while cowards like Kristopher were eunuchs that emasculinated themselves. His last thought bothered him too long to be soon forgotten, so he went forward to try and booze up some backbone. What might take away one man's legs might give another a spine, he thought. With each step the coins in his pockets jingled a promising sound. He had never been a man to bring money with him if he didn't plan to spend it, but he wasn't brave enough to be seen giving coin for companions. He had been the laugh of the town one too many times to allow such occurences. After a walk ten steps too long, both his miniscule pride and his arms rested against the bar. The stagnation was well recieved, and he relaxed somewhat as he called out for the bartender. Hopefully the drinks were not a complete ripoff. Then again, you never knew with places this fancy.