and so am I. The tavern sign is a welcome sight. A good drink to warm me and maybe some food.

I dropped the reins when I dismounted, knowing the horse would be fine. If she did wander away, it wouldn't be far and she would come at my whistle. Before entering the tavern, I rummaged in my bag and found some dried fruit for the animal then unrolled a large fur which sometimes doubled as my bedroll and covered her back with it.

Entering the Inn, I was surprised to see two men trying to get more snow one on the other. Men. They would always be boys at heart I thought. Smiling at their antics and removing my head cover, I made my way to the bar and a large glass of ale.