Bruce would never outright admit that the reason his travels home were always delayed because of you, you captivated him in ways that he could never even begin to describe, a peasant working for mere tips in a tavern in the middle of the most populated village in all the land, he knew it wasn't wise to let such things distract him but he couldn't help it. Bruce smiled warmly as you poured him a drink, he pushed some coins over to you before speaking, "I hope business is doing better this time of year, I remember you mentioned the slow season had you all in a boil."