Trevor was sitting in the corner table of a tavern. Blinking slowly, he was god knows how many bottles in. He was grumbling under his breath, his fur lined cloak pulled up close as he took sips from his cup of ale.

his eyes slowly drifted around the tavern, looking at the patrons. His ears perked up upon hearing his family name..this seemed to be a pattern at this point. Hearing some Bellends speaking of his family in a..not so fond manner.

he put his hand over his face to not be noticed