Ignasius sighed as he saw a roof after hours of riding. He had finally reached the village. The man checked his pouch... It had enough silver for a meal, but he will probably have to sleep under the stars. As he reached the tavern, the knight dismounted his horse, tying it near a bucket of water and came inside. While he had left his shield and warhammer on the saddle, the sword was still on his hip, just in case. Ignasius occupied the nearest table and took of his gauntlets, waving his hand towards the tavern wench. As she had finally come to the old man he nodded. "Greetings, good lady, perhaps you could fetch some food and drink for a weary traveller?" Ignasius placed several coins on the table and watched the maiden pick them up and heading towards the kitchen... 

The man had waited for a while as a woman brought a mug of ale and a swine roast. He smiled and thanked her before digging into his food. All the past week he was feeding on bread and water... The taste of these treats almost brought a tear to his eye... He munched and though... He has only three coins left now... Would be enough for some bread and water, but not more... Ignasius sighed as he finished his meal and once again called over the woman. "The food is unlike anything I had for weeks, good lady.. Please, give my compliments to the cook." He took a sip from his mug as he looked at the woman again "Perhaps there is anyone in this village that needs some help from a warrior? I'd like to earn some more meals here... And perhaps a right to sleep under a roof as well?"