Ah, the tavern. A veritable paradise for weary travellers and exasperated husbands. Andy stepped inside, his muddy brown hair hanging loosely around his shoulders. You could only call it shaggy on a good day.
He took off his thick-rimmed glasses and gave them a quick wipe. He put them back on and had a look around the bar. He was trying to find the person who had brought him here. In fairness the rumours hadn’t given him much to go on. He had simply been told that he would recognise her when he heard her. He had the same difficulty at times, as he possessed a rather generic face.
As it was work-related he had donned a fine black shirt and similarly coloured trousers. He made his way to the bar, and began to think this may not have been the best idea. This wasn’t exactly the dress code around here and it made him stick out like a sore thumb.
When he got to the bar he waited patiently whilst the barman finished serving another customer. When he was finished he ga