As Adam stepped through the door and entered the vestibule, an expansive common room opened up before him.
His gaze quickly landed on a brawny man standing behind the bar counter. The man was wiping a glass mug with a cloth while staring back at him.
He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing numerous scars running across his forearms. An unbuttoned vest coat hung over the shirt.
The man had a receding hairline, bushy eyebrows, and a glorious mustache that framed his face. Despite his age, his broad shoulders and muscular build made him look like a veteran warrior rather than an innkeeper.
"And some food," the man added, studying the scrawny youth from head to toe.
Adam gaped at the man for a few long moments.
That is one manly man!
He snapped out of his daze and reached out for the small leather pouch that he'd looted from Swale's corpse. He didn't have the time to check its contents. But now that he did, he couldn't help but grimace.
