Garrett made it to Cordelia by the early afternoon. In order to not bring attention to himself right away, he found the most run down part of town and ducked into a tavern, concealing his bow under his cloak. He sat in the corner and kept his head down when the barmaid walked by and poured him a mug.
“This is our speciality, honey mead. Would you also like some of our smoked herring? She asked.
“I’ll try it,” Garrett replied, keeping his voice low pitched.
He watched as she walked away, not bothered at all by his mysterious behavior. He took a sip of the mead, surprised at its sweet taste. He had never drank anything like it before, however, he did not want to drink too much as he needed to keep a clear head. There were a few options on what his next move could be. Either he could freq
