Chelynne
“Tonight there was no business demanding and tomorrow those men he had gathered up would be ready to leave for Bratonshire. Ordinarily there wasn’t much time for leisure, but tonight he allowed himself.The men around him drank heartily and teased the wenches. He faced the crowd for his own diversion and had it been any other night he might have joined in, grabbing a wench to warm his lap and falling headlong into drink. Traveling vagabonds, merchants, sailors and strumpets—the clientele was abou...t average for this type of ordinary and this was not a particularly dangerous place. But then there were very few taverns in London that wouldn’t have a brawl or two for sport every night.A squeal rose from within the crowded room—a woman’s obvious indignation at being carelessly handled. On the other side of the room there was a quick shuffling as the men moved back for two ruffians as they engaged in a serious arm-wrestling contest. It was not so odd that this would relax a man; in this company John was completely unnoticed.MoreLess
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