[h1][center][color=gold]Gorm[/color][/center][/h1]

Gorm quietly nodded as the older woman told him that food and drink were only three silver. Two gold was perhaps a bit much for a meal for a place like this, he realized, and thus he pocketed the extra gold. Traveling on the dull roads for so long must have left him prone to the occasional bit of daydreaming and absent-mindedness, it seemed. Not a moment too soon after it arrived, he grabbed the mug of mead and took a hefty swig. The warm drink was something he had been yearning for quite some time now. It was a small sense of familiarity, a reminder of the taverns back home, to be juxtaposed with the new circumstances he had found himself in. Gorm found it strangely calming, in a way, and began to relax himself. As the woman spoke, he set the tankard down on the table and began to pick at the plate of knucklehead trout he'd been served.

When she brought the captain of the guard, Gorm looked up from his food, his interest evident. He furrowed his brow in concentration, spearing a small chunk of fish with his fork. He took another bite, chewing slowly while he considered the job offer. Wouldn't be a bad idea to take it up, he thought. Could be a good way to get a lay of the land, probably pay out well enough... After a moment, he quietly took another hefty swig of mead. He planned to speak to the guard captain once he'd finished his meal, he decided. For now, though, he'd just continue to keep an ear open while he ate, just in case anything else of interest came up.