Lee was unusually nervous as he approached the pub. He'd been here about half a day, checked into the inn and gotten his things settled and warded. He had been for over three years, after all, with very little contact. Things were very different than he remembered, and he didn't know the stories behind all the differences.
He pushed open the door, however, a pleasant expression on his face. His dreads were pulled back neatly out of his face. He automatically ducked his head to make sure he wouldn't hit his head on the top of the doorway.
His eyes skimmed the room as he made his way to the bar, sliding onto a barstool. He hoped that there would be at least one person he knew here. It felt like an eternity since he'd been back -- so much had happened on both sides.
He ordered a drink and waited, feeling oddly out of place, though he knew he would feel more at ease once he had a drink in hand and perhaps a conversation going. It was good to be home, even if home wasn't precisely home anymore.