"Another beer, please."
Richard pushed his empty tankard toward the barkeep.
The barkeep gave him a suspicious look but re-filled the tankard anyway.
"Are you waiting for someone, Sir?" he asked out of curiosity. It was Richard's third beer, and it did not look like he was the kind to enjoy drinking on his own. Not when the sun was still up, anyway.
Richard didn't answer. He merely took another swig out of the tankard and stared off into the distance.
The barkeep sighed.
Hopefully, this customer was not going to cause any trouble. Well, he looked decent enough for now, save for the fact that he had been drinking a lot.
The pub door creaked open, momentarily silencing the murmur of a nearby conversation. A lone figure, shrouded in a voluminous purple cloak, slipped through the threshold. The hood dipped low, obscuring their face in shadow.
