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

[Victor]

Roland looked about, curious for the voice, but it didn't seem to come from anywhere. He must have been too tired to think straight, and the tavern was too crowded for him to process anything. He rose from his place by the fire, trying to find the owner or another worker to order some food. On his way to the counter, his armor clanked against a man on a stool, smoking. The man seemed to be one of the only other armored people in the place.

The knight steadied himself, and offered an apologetic glance.