<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110903">@Rainbow</a><br/><br/>William pulled on the reins, forcing his horse to stop as he read the name of the small inn and tavern before him. The sign was faded by the elements, but the letters could still be made out, as well as the carved dragon that adorned the wood. This was the place. Sliding from the saddle, he led the horse to the small stable next to the main building, handing over the lead, and a silver coin to the small boy waiting there.<br/><br/>That done, William shouldered his pack and entered the tavern. As expected, the room was warm and lively. People in various stages of drunkenness littered the room, some passed out in their seats, mugs still in hand, while others danced to the bard’s music in the corner. The fire roared, providing warmth and light to the room as William approached the counter where a young woman stood serving those seated at the wooden bar.<br/><br/>Leaning against it, William folded his arms before him, one sleeve of his cloak pulling up to reveal the leather arm guard he wore underneath. He waited until the woman had a moment before speaking.<br/><br/>“You wouldn’t know a Serlo, would you? He has a job for me and I would hate to have come all this way for nothing.”