[SRP] The Three Wyverns Tavern

[WyvernSlayer]

Satsume kept a tight grip on his knapsack as he strolled through the Tanian city.  The backdrop was largely the same as most of the other Lycian settlements – he spent a lot of his time keeping to himself, trying to keep a low profile.  But, as Satsume had learned after spending the previous couple weeks in Pherae…
 
It’s pretty hard to keep people from staring at a man in heavy armor.
 
Satsume looked down at one of his bracers as he walked.  The polished grey plates were rife with scuffs and patchwork.  The armor had carried him away from dozens of fights in much better shape than his skill would indicate.  But there was also a sort of stigma associated with looking like one of Ostia’s vanguard – if you could call it that.  Satsume drew the eyes of many a citizen in Lycia.  Most of them were probably just idle curiosity, but others… there was fear.
 
And this is why my family moved to Bern, he thought.  He kicked half-heartedly at a rock in the street and watched it sail into the side of a building.
 
Satsume looked up at the sign.  It read, “Three Wyverns,” and the stenciled text was flanked by some green, vaguely serpentine designs.  Satsume peered into the window and saw tables with lit candles.  A tavern, huh?  …Well, I am getting hungry.  And some mead would do be good.  Satsume opened one of the double doors and stepped inside.
 
There was a low hum about the place – though it was getting late in the day, it didn’t seem incredibly busy.  Satsume nodded to himself and sauntered past a few of the occupied tables.  As he searched for a vacant spot, he noticed one man in particular, sitting near the bar.  He was blond-haired, armor-clad, and seemed to be looking anxiously around the tavern as he ate.  Near him was a couple whose purple attire seemed like a magnet for wandering eyes.  Satsume’s own eyes lingered on them for a moment before finally being drawn to an empty table to the right of the armored man.
 
Good enough for me, Satsume thought, silently rejoicing.  Now he wouldn’t be the only one people kept staring at.  He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, setting his knapsack down beside it.
 
Within moments, a mildly attractive waitress appeared.  “Get you anything, sir?” she chirped.
 
“Whatever’s on tap,” said Satsume.  “And some lamb, if you’ve got it.”
 
“Of course!” The waitress wandered off.  Satsume shifted his weight around on the chair, pushing the collapsed spear hung at his belt off to the side.  It dangled and smacked the side rather loudly, eliciting a few harried glances in his direction.  Satsume tried to avoid eye contact with anyone as the young waitress whisked by and set a foamy stein on the table.  He peeked over at the table next to him as he took a large gulp.  The blond knight had his back to him now – apparently the purple couple had struck up a conversation.
 
Better you than me, thought Satsume.  A moment later, a steaming plate of lamb cutlet and potatoes was placed in front of him.  Still though – these people were perhaps the most interesting ones in the tavern, and Satsume decided to keep half an eye on them as he dug into his meal.