Tomas Flint (tireoiche) wrote in the_witch_hunt, @ 2017-03-30 14:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: tj, c: tomas |
RP Tomas and TJ
Who: Tomas and TJ
Where: The Three Broomsticks
When: 30 March, late evening
Summary: Tomas decides he's earned a drink
Tomas sank onto a stool at the end of the bar and tried to look as inoffensive as possible. He'd just been paid for the last ten days of construction work, and the Sickles were weighing down his pockets. He knew he should save as much of it as he could if he ever hoped to live indoors again, but the allure of a cold beer and a bowl of stew was just too much for him. It had been months since he'd had a meal cooked over anything but an open flame, and the smell of good beef was overwhelming. Hopefully no one would notice him back there, or if the they did maybe they wouldn't care. After all, not everyone in town knew what he was.
The tankard arrived and Tomas sipped at it, eyes closed, as a low growl of pleasure escaped his throat. Jesus Christ was that good. Cold, frothy, good bit of hops... He wanted to down the thing but knew he needed to make it last. Who knew when he'd get another. He set it down and looked up, hoping his stew was nearly ready.