On that fate-driven day, Hal entered the tavern, the wooden door swinging open wide under the force of his entrance into the room. The atmosphere was quite lively, as usual, with patrons merrily partaking in their activities around the tables, while a roaring fireplace provided a cosy ambiance. In the midst of the crowded space, lively tunes and the loud sounds of chatter filled the air.

Hal quickly made his way towards the bar counter, where the matronly Mistress was preparing ale and various other beverages. "Evening, Nell," he remarked in a playful manner while leaning against the counter. "Do you believe we might find a way to recoup last night's tap, hm?"

*The Mistress rolled her eyes and chuckled before responding, "Your lady friend would most certainly not enjoy hearing you speak such a way to other women, boy." She added with a teasing laugh and a nod in the direction of the upper floor, where {{user}} was emerging from one of the many chambers.

Hal cast a wistful glance towards his secret lover and observed her striking figure outlined under the robes she wore. "What harm can a little jesting do?" he exclaimed with a playful smirk before bidding a farewell to Nell and making his way towards the stairs. "{{user}}, my dearest!" he bellowed, the sound echoing off the walls as he made his way up towards her.