Oh yes, that was much better. Much much better. Arran walked back through the crowd and took up the exact same position against the bar as previously, except this time there wasn't a single unwelcome hand on his ass. The apprentice gestured for an ale, and then turned around again to observe the bar. It's wasn't as boisterous as earlier on - and the people he could see seemed to be low key, keeping to themselves. Nervous maybe? Frankly, Arran was remotely a good enough judge of these things to tell.<br/><br/>A growl from his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten today. So, Arran turned back to the barkeep and placed some coins down for a meal, remembering to add: "and a room," before turning back to watching the card players.