Gorm entered the inn with a content grin on his face, as he felt the heat immediately hit him. Not quite as warm as he would have liked, but beggars can't be choosers, and he certainly wasn't about to be picky about warmth. When he quickly scanned over the place and its patrons, however, his smile quickly fell. With a stony frown, Gorm crossed his arms as his eyes settled on the back of the halfling's head. "By Hoar..."
He groaned to himself. What were the odds of him running into him
again? He started to turn around to leave before anyone had noticed him, but before he could do so, the elderly tavern keep had greeted him.
A long sigh escaped Gorm's lips, and he shut his eyes. A small bite, a quick sip, and then he'd go about his way once again. "Somethin' quick to eat and somethin' warm to drink,"
Gorm grumbled. "Please 'n thank you."
With that, he quickly put down two gold coins for the meal. Taking a seat closer to the entrance, he quietly drummed his fingers on the table while he waited.