Re: The Wolf's Head Tavern
Sliver let his ankles cross underneath the table, leaning back once more in the chair and raising his glass to his lips again.
"Well, you're also at the right place for adventure." He said with a smile. "Speaking of food, you make a good point. Excuse me, it's been good to share your company."
Sliver stood up, and carried the third-empty bottle back over to the bar, with the glass now empty. He placed both of them on the bar, and in turn, dropped several gold coins next to them. The coins were quickly swept up into the meaty palm of the bartender, who nodded in acknowledgement to Sliver.
Sliver spun on his boots, a soft squeak sounded ever so faintly as the leather rubbed against the stone. Shrugging his jacket over his shoulders, Sliver made his way across the bar, to the door, and pulled it open, walking outside.