"A hearty lamb or beef stew with plenty of meat and vegetables would serve me well.  Especially with some bread and cheese.  My stomach isn't fussy."<br/><br/>Nathan left the lute, but sheathed his sword on his back.  Taking his scotch, he got up and went out to untie his horse and take her around back to the stables.  Removing the saddle and his bags, he tossed some hay in front of Midnight.  A murmured promise "I'll come back to give you a rub down after lunch" and he returned to the tavern with his drink and his bags.  The bags were thrown next to the lute on the floor and the sword was laid back on the table.  This seemed like a quiet village, but he liked his sword within reach at all times.  Besides, it was uncomfortable having it on his back while sitting.<br/><br/>Nathan had no specific reason for being in this village.  No one to hunt, no battle to fight, and no beastie to slay.  For the moment, he was between jobs and just looking for some entertainment, companionship, good food, and a soft bed.  And he knew his horse would appreciate something more than grass.  It had rained for the last two days, so both horse and rider were tired of being wet and wanted a roof over their heads.