Ezra looked up from the road and saw the old familiar sign. The Red Boar Tavern had been a favorite haunt of his in his youth. A slight shiver ran through his body as he reached for the door. It had been a long time since he experienced cold weather like this. "I forgot how cold it gets here.", he thought to himself as he brushed off the snow and stepped inside. As he glaced around the room felt the warmth of the hearth on his face. No one had yet noticed that he had walked into the room. He stepped up to the bar and removed his blackbear overcoat. Underneath that heavy furcoat, he was still dressed in full military dress and wore the tunic of a physician of the Roman Legions. His face and limbs tanned from years of exposure to the desert sun, a Roman he was not, his face and build was definately Germanic.

He motioned to the barkeeper, "Excuse me, do you have something warm to drink? I can't seem to shake this chill."


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