Seeking a hot meal and a cold drink, Rad found himself blessing the doorway of the nearest tavern with his presence, and of course, his coin.
"Hello, good sir." He greeted the barkeep. "Can I see your menu? I'm in the market for an evening meal."
"Sure." The keep complied, handing over a menu. Perusing carefully for food worth eating, Rad cautiously selected a steak; a premium meal he was used to.
"And a scotch, on the rocks if you please." The beginning of a night to not remember, mayhaps.
After a short period of time, the meal was served, and the drink also. The steak was larger than he was used to, and god almighty, they surely had forgotten the bread. He always had bread with his meals, perhaps it was different here. Unacceptable, these people are missing out on the fluffy edible whiteness that is baked dough. A part of him fantasised about becoming a loud obnoxious bread advocate, and making a fuss, but perhaps he was to be here another time. It would be counterproductive to stir the pot, as a figure of speech anyway.
The food was still delicious, but he wasn't used to the foliage, not dissimilar to grass, or leaves from a tree that would bear fruit, but apparently it was fit for human consumption, so he soldiered through it. What a trooper. The steak was well cooked to medium rare, and was a delight to eat. You could even say that steak used to be his bread and butter. Musing to amuse yourself was fun.
Halfway through a gulp of his scotch, paying for his meal he noticed a confrontation between a fully armored man, a man with black hair and a coat longer than his own (blasphemy), and a few knights, presumedly from the governing temple. After a couple of strikes from the large armored man, the other looked to have teleported, and scared the life out of the guards. They must have been near stroke, clutching their hearts so tightly, before whimpering away like scared strays.
The duo's next conversation piqued his interest.
"So how much trouble are we in?"
"I'm not sure my self honestly. But it must have been not very good seeing as how they did not state my "crime". Arent they supposed to state your crime and then take you to trail in the capital with these kind of things?"
Rad was curious, and mused over whether it would be worth it to pursue such a tale. Surely he could use the reputation. Perhaps he would listen to the other one before rudely butting into their conversation, touting qualifications and boasting of prowess. Perhaps it was better to wait a little before continuing. This kind of thing would possibly help his understanding of the Thanati also, a net plus.