[b][i][center]Leeson
City of Deliar just wondering around[/b][/i][/center]

As per usual, the Boot Buckle was almost packed to the brim. Even after those soldiers left, who Leeson only presumed came from the Boot Buckle, finding tables was a bit of a chore. Of course, so long as you came for drinks, you could be anywhere you'd like. Leeson himself didn't have the money to spend for drinking, but he had hoped he could trade his recent winnings to the Barkeep. Walking over to the jolly man and waiting for his current business to be done, Leeson showed him the contents of the basket and what he wanted done with it; make one devastating wine from it. Absinthe; less of a drink, more of a poison. But Leeson wouldn't want it any other way; he found the general taste of ale and beer to be disgusting, and drank them only because the water around the city can come from questionable sources. Absinthe was his favorite drink due to how quickly it can get him drunk; even a heavy set man would be feeling it's effects after the third drink. And while Leeson was a big man, just one cup of the stuff would make him loopy enough to mistake a barrel as his mother. The only thing Leeson didn't let the barkeep take was the mushrooms, as Leeson planned to make a soup from it.

The brewing itself will take some time, but even so Leeson did decide to stay for a drink or two, trading a few of his mushrooms for a single pint of ale. He managed to find himself a free stool to sit upon as he took a quick glance at the patrons. From that glance the first thing he noticed is the group of soldiers next to him. He had little idea of what life or culture was like in the Legion, so he couldn't really discern who amongst them was their leader. Leeson figured it'd be best not to make any of them angry though; no point in causing a conflict. One of the soldiers was seemed to be the leader of sorts, if only because he had the biggest voice. He spoke to a red hair lass with stunning features. But than again, plenty of those types in the city. She did seem somewhat familiar however, and Leeson tried to remember who she was. He couldn't pull out any names, only that from her dress and hands that she worked with clothing. A tailor, perhaps. Not much else to note aside from that. Leeson's eyes soon moved over to the barkeep. Large man, at least three times Leeson's size. Could likely throw a cow onto his roof. His name was Jymson Fletcher, owner of the Boot Buckle. Also a brew master; he's the only person Leeson would trust with making him ale out of the things he finds in the forest. Heck, Leeson could give the man his dirty laundry and he could turn it into something amazing. Leeson thinks he has a daughter or something, as last time Leeson had a drunken escapade and frisked one of the barmaids, Jymson hit him with a large metal object. Not enough to knock him out, just enough so that Leeson would have some incentive to go home. Since then Leeson learned to simply not harass the barmaids, and their relationship has gone swimmingly.

After finishing his pint, Leeson decided that now would be a good time to return back to the shop. He told the barkeep that he'd be back later to see about the alcohol as Leeson walked through the doors. He glanced at the red haired beauty for a moment, imprinting her face into his mind. He had a feeling he'd see her again. He certainly hoped so. 

Back outside Leeson could feel his head getting a bit misty over the ale. He was sure he'd get over it before night fell however, and before that happened he needed to finish those shovels. So he walked along the familiar path towards home. His eyes were tired and heavy from the soot and flames, but he doubt he'd be in any mood to rest even after he finished work. It was a strange but common feeling; to be so exhausted that you can't even rest. One too many nights like that when he tried to get an order finished before it's due date. Luckily Leeson made it back home with no incident and finished off the shovels quickly. He had a total of fifty shovel heads packed into a wooden box. In a few days someone would come and pick it up, and he'd get his two gold Denars. But that's still three short of how much he needs, so after locking up his shop tight, he decided to wonder about the city looking for opportunities to offer his services. And because he was bored and wanted to find something to do.