Heinrich had not walked immediately to the tavern, preferring a relaxed stroll, taking in the sights and sounds of a new town. King's Stone, or "Kinston" as it seemed to be in the native accent, was a dirty, poor place. Excellent, Heinrich thought with a nod. So long as some of the finer things were available and there was enough money around to steal. 

He opened the door to the Kettle, his nostrils assailed by the familiar scent of sweat, schnapps, and sawdust that always accompanied such places. As much as he loved an elegant ratskellar or heuriger, this kind of dive felt just as comfortable to him. Heinrich scanned the room, his eyes lighting up as he spied Gustav and Katya, apparently asleep in her chair. Confidently, sword gently bumping his side as he sidestepped the beginnings of a brawl, he strolled over to the old soldier. "Gustav, you dog!" he said with a laugh and a slap to the other man's shoulder. "Trying to get in the first round without me?" He waved in the general direction of the bar, his voice full of command. "Barkeep, two brandies!"