Snippet #2475282

Ahhh, an inn. Valar had been living it rough for far too long and was looking forward to some creature comforts, and Ale, lots of Ale. He had to duck his head to get in through the door but once inside he found it quite cozy. He got many cautious looks, however that was only to be expected the people of these lands were smaller than those of his homelands. He went up and put his pack in the room that had been ordered then came back down.

"One Ale." He told the bartender. However when the bartender had poured and handed him his drink he looked at it frowning. He could almost fit his whole hand around the small mug he'd been handed. He looked at it for a while, then picked it up and drained it in two seconds. "A bigger ale." he said to the stunned bartender. "Sir we don't have bigger mugs." Valar pointed to a pitcher that 3 men were sharing at another table. "One of those ones." The bartender gave him a blank expression then filled him one up and gave him a pitcher and a mug. Valar took the pitcher, he left the mug.

It was a lot later in the night. At least Valar thought it was, he couldn't REALLY remember anymore. He knew he'd seen his friends downstairs recently though. Also he had a sneaking suspicion that some of the conversation around him was men placing bets on him. Why were they placing bets on him. He didn't know, that was a question to answer when he was sober. Someone had brought him another pitcher though. He wasn't sure who, but it made him happy. He smiled at the room in general