In a new land

[Trot]

Patrick steps off the boat unsure of what to expect. He had been in the Emerald Isle his entire life never going more then ten miles from his home now he is in a new world. He walks a few blocks from the dock before deciding to enter a tavern and find out the status of the kingdom. He knew little of England succession he didn't even know who the king was but he was sure he would find out here.
ooc anyone hop in.

[Mors Vigilia]

The tavern was quiet with the few patrons keeping to themselves. Behind Patrick, a man staggered through the door and up to the bar. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, above an extremely thick bushy black beard that hid his thin mouth. Digging a hand into his tattered coat, the man pulled out a grimy mug and placed it shakily upon the bar top, waiting for the tavern keeper to fill it up.

[Trot]

Patrick moves up behind him and sits next to him ordering a mug of ale. "So he asks the in keeper how has business fared I have heard their has been some trouble recently." He merely nurses his drink not trying to get drunk but gain information.