[H2]Earlier that Morning - Outside of Averine [/h2]
The ground was hard. Harder than he preferred and certainly harder than most beds he'd ever slept in, but a life on the road made a bed of almost anything and with few better options in sight Tomas had made the best of a bad situation. Just as he always had. Standing to stretch he let out a low groan as his tense muscles and stiff joints flexed back into operation all the while with his eyes on the path stretching ahead of him, the path that would eventually lead to Averine.

Gathering his thin bedroll off the ground and rest of his meager belongings his thoughts drifted to the obvious topic of how long it had last been since he set foot in the city. As he pushed through the heavy thicket which shielded the small clearing from sight of the main road he decided that it had been [i]years[/i]. Finally as he brought his flute to his lips to play a song as he walked he tried his best to surpress the giddiness in his stomach. It seemed that even despite how much time he'd spent in the grand old city, he would always be excited to be back.

[H2]Presently - Averine [/h2]
Gold coins clinked together against the bar 6as thirsty patrons traded their hard earned wage for the comforts of a heavy ale and good company. Tomas breathed deeply through his nose as the smell of fresh baked bread and other hot foods wafted from the kitchen, and he couldn't bother to keep the smile from his face. He liked it here. He hadn't caught the name of the Tavern as he'd entered, brought in by the jovial shouting and bursts of laughter before he had even realized what it was, but now seeing the building take on a life of it's own he knew he exactly what the bar lacked. Him.

Wide eyed with wonder, and a grin to match Tomas approached the man behind the bar, and did his best to earn the man's attention. As the burly bartender turned to face him, Tomas gave a slight bow "Greetings and well met. Forgive a foolish question, but what's the name of this place?"