Mar 28, 2017
xx // @propitiari
It seemed to John that he had been spending his most recent days sitting in on meetings. Although he didn’t offer much insight, he hovered in the background, usually sitting somewhere behind Flint, as if providing support. His specially had always been speaking, to convince others to join his side. This time, however, he was solely focused on gathering information.
Deciding that he deserved a break, John headed to one of Nassau’s many taverns. He avoided the brothel of course, and he definitely didn’t want to go to the Guthrie's establishment. The place he chose was both a tavern and an inn. He rested his elbow and flagged down the bartender.
