"I'll have mead" Brant said as the waitress came by him. Brant went to sit at a table tucked away in the corner right next to a window. He slowly took off his helmet and set it down on the table there was a slight smell of sweat but hardly strong enough to be noticed, next he took of his plate gloves flexing his sore knuckles,  they made a loud craking noise as he did so. Brent lay back in his chair and shut his eyes. "Wake me up when my mead's done" He called to the waitress before falling asleep.