Ahh, alcohol. It was his best friend right at the moment, and he had managed to scrape together enough coin by doing some odd jobs that he could easily do. His client was only paying enough for him to stay at the hotel but not enough for drink, and he needed that more than anything. He was still nursing a broken heart after his lover skipped town. He wasn't about to chase her down, either. Fuck it. He was tired of traveling and if she didn't want him, then he didn't want her either. But that wasn't all true, he did want her... He wanted her as much as he wanted the ale he was quaffing at the moment in the common room of the hotel.