Sparhawk walks in after three years being gone from his old home. This tavern was the beginning of his recuitment in the SAS back then. He know looks at it with shame. It seems after all this time no one has come back to it. He wraps his cloak around him tighter and goes in. It would seem as though someone did clean up before not long ago, for it was clean except for some dust. He saw his old couch near the fireplace and sat down on it. Sitting there brought back memories of Greg, Sajanz, and all his old friends who used to sit along side him. Bending down he placed some wood on the fire and lit it. Looking up seeing his beloved SAS insignia above the fireplace still there too.
Well friend, how have you been.