Night at the pub

Felix walked through the doors of the 'Dragon Blood Inn', it was storming outside and he was looking for a place to get out of the weather. His eyes gave the room a quick scan of the smoke filed front room, he quickly spotted a small table in the far right hand of the room cloaked in shadows and near the fire. Felix carefully picked his way through the sea of tables his soft leather boots never making a sound on the creaky wooden floor boards, drawing almost no attention to his self as he glided to the table and took a seat back to the wall. He had unstrapped the sword that hung across his back and laid it on the table in front of him before waving down a bar maid and with a few quite words he ordered a hot meal and a pitcher of ale.

Astrid walked, or rather strutted, into the inn, spotting her brother quickly. She kept a close eye on her brother when she could, always worrying even though she knew she had nothing to worry about. Felix could handle himself, but he was still her family. She made her way across the room and sat down at the table with him, smirking. "Hey there, big brother," she said, her tone bubbly, but with a hint of something else, as always.