Maximilius Walked around a little towards the counter. Having everyones eyes on him, which was understandable. Like when would a noblemen walk into the slums and into a bar at night. Maximilius ordered for a mug of ale. His friend the head maid had taken him to the slums once when he was four-teen. It was a chilly sunny day, she had been shopping for veggies as the other maids were really busy cleaning and making everything good looking as his father was holding an nice high class party with fine food and the bestes wine that could be bought with gold.. To shorten the story they amused themself the end. He took the mug of ale and sat himself at an empty table which was not what he had edpected that this bar would had been over crowed with people since they were having the time of their lives. Taking a sip of the ale he quite liked the poor mans drink and the pricey wine also that the high born enjoyed