Nov 22, 2016
"What're ya wantin', Lieutenant? We do do some tea, if ya don't like grog."
There was a rare moment in every tavern where quiet and calm settled over it.; too late for breakfast and too early- for any respectable person- to be imbibing. Gillette had the good fortune of discovering the empty tavern and was eager to get out of the wind and rain.
At the girl’s inquiry the corners of his lips curled into a polite smile. “Y-you seem to have read my mind, miss. A cup of tea would be most welcome, t-thank you.”
