In truth Tobias wasn't going to go back to his work. He really just wanted to leave their presence. He resented them and hated them. He was forced to respect them out of fear, not because he liked them. He turned back towards the tavern so he could be amongst the drunks who offered him more warmth and comfort than these royal guards did. Tobias looked up at the sky before heading in. Not a single cloud was visible.<br/>"The Prince was right. A storm was coming."<br/>Tobias welcomed himself into the tavern and took his usual spot at the bar table. He saw that there were some new faces around since his absence.