[SRP] So, You Meet in a Tavern...

[Andy]

"Don't worry about it," Ambrose replied to the unspoken apology. "Have a seat, man, you look miserable," he gestured to the empty stool beside him, one of the last ones in the crowded place. At least until the wind abated. That was the reason it was so crowded. The wind was as chilly and unforgiving as the mountains of his homeland of Bern.

"Satisfy my curiosity, if you wouldn't mind," he said to the knight, absently breathing the smoke away from him. "What's a knight of the empire doing in this hole in the mud? The people haven't lately been a concern of your peers. Why are you different?"