The man lay on top of a coach as it hit cobblestone road, rousing him from his daydream as the coach rattled underneath. He opened his eyes and the sun shined down causing him to close them a second later, he sat up, and then not a moment later, was knocked off the top of the coach as the back of his head was hit by an outhanging sign. Him as he was hit losing what had been in his mouth. He lay face first down on the street for a few seconds before pushing himself up, and following his nose back to his cigar.
Then as he placed his cigar back in his mouth he slung his pack back over his shoulder in a mor comfortable position. Him looking up at the sign that had hung in his way he let a grin spread across his face. "The Queen's Pub" the sign read, of course, with the P only held on by a single nail and the 'h' only visible because where it had been was less weatherworn than the rest of the sign, it might as well have been "Te Queen's dub" "Just like Alcohol to beg for me to drink." He chuckled, something only he would understand himself. But during his years a Special green muse from a certain brew had become a friend of sorts. And to him, that was little like her.
He dusted off as the few people who has watched him fall continued on their way. Having stared for a few moments. And then left the man be. He puffed his cigar as he walked into the pub, still dusting off a little bit more. Making his way to the bar he picked up a fresh bottle of his favorite green muse and held out a few coin for the keeper. "Your a coin short for that bottle" The barkeep said, and Raynor just chuckled. pulling another from his pocket before popping the top on the bottle, moving his near burnt through cigar between his fingers. Taking a slow drink he swallowed and then released a content smile. "Thanks friend." "And come out my muse." The second thought only in his mind.
He placed his 'cigar' back in his mouth and walked out of the pub. Never enjoying staying in them for to long, usually it led him to a night in jail. His muse in his hand he began another aimless walk through the days of his life. "So I'm back London, have you changed?"