Silas had had enough of window shopping in the market and had ducked into a pub not too far from the pawnshop. While he wanted to talk to Akkina, the young man was woefully out of practice. He found a seat on a tall stool in front of the counter and rapped on it to get the bartender's attention. "Ah, one pint of mead please." Silas laid a few coins on the counter, which were quickly snatched by the man's large hand. Talking a long drink, Silas's swallows were loud. The drink finally quenched his thirst and washed down the grit that settled in one's throat after a long travel along the road. His thoughts strayed to Akkina once more and he smiled to himself. "She is very pretty, isn't she?..." Silas asked no one in particular, even as he tipped back the glass for another gulp. When he was almost finished with his drink, a strangely armed woman walked into the establishment, but Silas didn't care. As he ordered a refill, his thoughts were somewhere much different.