When Molly entered the pub, she felt all the tension drain out of her. She took a deep breath, breathing in the smells of the place. It reminded her of home, but not in that gut-wrenching way she had been fearing. It was…nice.
A pleasant-looking man asked if he could help her. Molly dragged her attention over to him. Yes, she’d come in here for a reason. “Oh, well, I was hoping to get a bite to eat. That is, if it’s not too late. Or would that be early?” There were times the tavern back home didn’t have enough supplies on hand to manage the off-hours. The last thing she wanted to do was start off by pompously demanding that he feed her. Molly fretted for a minute, her hand wandering to her purse in case the man demanded proof that she could pay.