Snippet #2717681

Rowan fished for a while, but the fish werent biting. He had, had, quite the day and decided to stop into the tavern for a drink before heading back home to bed. He got up and folded his fishing pole up and tied it to his backpack and put his lures away as well. He walked over to the bar and opened up the door, walking in and sitting about a seat away from a young woman who seemed to be having a bad day by the looks of her. "I'll have whatever you feel like making" He said after he greeted the bar tender.