“I’m just trying to make sure I don’t offend you. Proper respect and all that.”
“I see, then that is well. Pray tell, if you drink, may you accompany me to the tavern? Else, with your customs I know not of.”
“Tavern sounds like fun. Sure, do you have a favourite tavern?”
“Yea, there is one down of Eastcheap.” Hal stands up with a silent breath, sauntering off down the dirt path, occasionally to look back to him if he’d follow. The young lord picked up his pace to go to the tavern, knocking the wooden door, the hostess letting him in, Hal kept open the door for Kris with the side of his foot, beckoning him inside.
Having to duck into a door was a new experience. Walking into the wall of sound was normal, though. Kris had to pause while Hal was greeted enthusiastically by what appeared to be all the tavern’s staff and half the folk gathered there. He chuckled. “More than favourite, it seems, H-Harry.”