Who: Ris and Remy Where: In town What: Drinking at the bar
Remy had spent a long day over the hot fires of the forge so sitting at the bar with a nice cold pint in his hands felt really good. He'd at least had the decency to take a shower before coming to the bar though he doubted his grimy would've been noticed. The people who frequented the bar weren't exactly known for their top notch personal hygiene.
But even as Remy sat there nursing his beer, he wished he was back in the shop. The sword he was working on was an absolute beauty, a real work of art, and he couldn't wait to get back to her. But as much as he wanted to work, he knew that if he didn't take this time to cool down and rest, he'd be in for a world of pain later and really unable to work.