Making his way towards the Bannered Mare, Finrod first stops off at the Arcadia to barter the Nirnroot from this morning for a magic potion or two. Arcadia was reluctant to offer two potions, but decided too anyway, Finrod brings back supplies he forages on his travels to barter with, forming a sort of bond, as customer and shop keep between the two. 

Finrod enters the ever so familiar doors, spotting his acquaintance Sinmir still inside, but he has worked his way towards the bar, and is now drinking his fill of mead. Still upset from the numerous flashbacks from his morning walk, Finrod is looking to indulge enough mead to forget them, even if just for a moment. The tavern was lively, full of music and conversation. 

As he starts to approach the bar to order a drink and some lunch, he spots the Dark Elf Girl he remembered seeing that morning, pausing to take a moment to inspect her, not taking too long, to avoid being caught staring at her. Hulda, spotting Finrod, calls out "Mead and Beef Stew Finrod?" Finrod nods in agreement, giving off a sense that he frequents the tavern for both food and drink. Standing for a moment, he inspects his surroundings, once again glancing over at the Dark Elf Girl. Interrupted by Sinmir, who had spotted Finrod, at the end of the bar, who had come over to say hello, the two started chatting small talk. It did not last long as Sinmir moves on to the next familiar face. 

By this time, Finrods food was ready, he sat down at the end of the bar silently eating and drinking, trying hard not to keep slipping into his memories of the past. He has found it increasingly harder lately to suppress the memories of family, and of home. He lets out an audible sigh, finishing his final bite of stew, then moves back over towards the warmth of the fire, drinking his mead. He sits down on the bench, gazing around the room at the faces, some familiar some not. The feelings of loneliness set in again, as he watches many others having conversations, laughing and drinking, and seemingly enjoying their time with their friends. Quietly he just sits there sipping his mead, wondering when his next excursion may be, and where. Lost in thought the sound of voices, and music seems to fade away, replaced by the sound of battle, another flashback... unaware he is staring into nothing, deep in thought he sits there on the bench...