"Red oak it is. Thanks." he replied, giving a wave of his hand as he walked down the road the man had pointed out. As he came upon the old wooden building with the sign displayed proudly he smiled and pushed open the doors, walking in to take a long look around before he walked up to the bar and took a seat. He waited as the bartender walked by and raised his hand, friendly and yet commanding in tone. "A mug o' honey mead and a roasted chicken when ya get a chance sir." he said, already starting to dig out his purse.