After what happened in Ashford, Duncan was travelling through the Seven Kingdoms again. He still was a hedge knight, taking work as one through the realm, and sometimes he participated in tourneys.

On his travels, he spent most nights in a camp outside, but sometimes even he found himself in a tavern from time to time. Just like this particular day.

He was having some ale and food, talking to some people around him, or rather listened to them. His eyes darted around the room from time to time, and he catched himself how his gaze lingered on one figure in particular more often than anyone else.

They were one of the tavern's workers, handing out beer and food since he had arrived some time ago. They seemed attractive to him, he couldn't lie to himself. Despite everything, he was still only a man too, and he had his interests too, like any other.

After just watching for a while now, Duncan decided to try his luck, flanking them down. "Would you mind filling this up again?" he asked, lifting his empty pitcher, all while having a charming smile on his face.