A bell was rung, and the party slowly moved inside to a large dining room. Dominic was seated toward the end of the table, across from a man in green robes with feathers on them, and a witch that smelled like medicine and strong liquor.
The seat next to his was empty when he arrived, as was the seat at the foot of the table, which presumably was reserved for whichever noble was unlucky enough to end up at the tradespeople's end of the table.
Dominic had no idea how such functions worked, but when Pops was escorted to the seat next to him, leaving only the foot of the table open, he began to relax.
"It's good to see you again. I would have ended up at the forge if the Princess hadn't found me on the way into town."
"The neighbours have instructions to send you here if they see you. I'll let them know tomorrow that you made it home safe. How was your first trip as a smith?" He asked, smiling beneath his thick beard.
