Jul 26, 2014
Removing his hood with a slow breath, Godric eyed the town -- York. By the time the sun began to fall on the horizon each of the people he had lettered would arrive. The thought of Rowena and the lack of a response caused a feeling of discomfort to pull at his belly. His hand roamed to his sword, a feeling of comfort washing over him as he trudged into the tavern with the symbol of a lion etched into the wooden sign. He paused in front of it, eyeing it curiously before entering. He'd need at least a pint of mead to get through the night, and took to an empty table away from the crowds.