
He could feel the burn of the alcohol in his chest and the pit of his stomach, and it warmed his heart. It had, indeed, been a while. Finding his way over to his table, he pushed his chair as tightly as it would go, resting his head against the smooth, cold wall at his back. His hood fell low, once again obscuring most of his face, his arms crossed before him as his eyes growing heavy. It had been a long trip, and now he contented himself with simply enjoying some time among 'civilized' people.