A cloaked figure walks though the door of the Sleeping Dragon and glances about the room. The decoration in the pub would not wow the eyes of most, and to the highborn it would be considered a place for surfs and beggars . Yet the building was cozy, the drink strong and the fire warm. He casually walks over to a man named Edward standing off to the side of the main room. He hands the man a a few coin while requesting a hymm to placate his ears while he tries to relax. Satisfied with his transaction he makes his way to the bar looking at the various drinks. A moment of talking and He was walking up the stairs to the second floor of the Sleeping Dragon holding a large dark brew. The man sits back in the chair and stares in the fire contemplating.