Gethin smirked. He had managed to convince his parents to let him go to the city for shopping. As if he would be shopping in the evening. Really, he was going to a tavern he had heard about. After all, he was 19. He could do these sorts of things.
The sun was setting as he walked up to the entrance to the tavern. He pushed open the door, stepping inside and immediately walked up to the counter, putting a few coins down, asking for a beer. The bartender poured it for him and passed it over, then he glanced sideways, raising his glass at the person beside him. "What I need," he commented, taking a sip.