Earlier in the day... Rook grunted as he hefted the keg of whiskey off the back of his wagon, taking a moment to shoulder the burden before turning towards the back entrance of the tavern. It was his third load, but the kegs were about all he'd brought from the north to begin the season with. The Stag's owner hadn't seemed to mind, and had strangely seemed almost more excited about the extra alcohol than he was usually was about the other meat and produce the hylian typically brought with him. "Are you sure you don't want any help with that Rook?" asked Thomas from the doorway for the second time. "Yes, Tom, it's fine," Rook said with a wry shake of his head, "All I've done to day is drive that wagon, and I'd like not to be antsy when I sit down to drink later." The hylian hadn't thought about it much, but there was going to be a significant amount of that later. For once Rook wouldn't be able to escape the festivities, as he really had too much to do in the village. It was yet another fact that Thomas seemed strangely excited about. "So you'll actually be here for the dance?" Thomas asked as Rook made his way inside. The hylian winced slightly at the words, but the motion went unseen as he headed straight towards the larder. "Yes, Tom, I'll be here," Rook replied, disappearing down the darkened stone stair. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy dancing, but such festivities greatly depended on the company and the dances in question. The hunter hadn't ever been much of a fan for the 'traditional' versions Rauru tended to stick to, and was likely just to sit in a corner with a pipe and a few pints. After he set the keg down, Rook called back up to the innkeeper and started to make his way back up. "I meant what I said earlier Tom," Rook started, "I've got to get back on the road tomorrow." "What do you want to do about the whiskey then?" Thomas asked, frowning as the hylian hunter came back into view. "I can't just take it off your hands for one night's stay, wouldn't feel right." Rook shrugged as he passed the man again, making his way back outside. "Help me get supplies for this trip?" Rook suggested somewhat lamely, "I don't know Tom, just keep an estimate handy that I can use later. It's not like I won't be back in the future." Another grunt issued from the man as he hefted the fourth keg onto his shoulder. Halfway done. "I suppose that works, but it'll have to be a bit of both. Where are you going anyway?" asked the innkeeper curiously, "Back to the Haven?" "Close, I'm headed back into the Forest. Probably deeper than I've been before, if history is any indicator." Rook didn't seem to mind the fact, but Thomas went white as a sheet at the words. Living in the village for most of his life, he hadn't had any reason to grow the stony demeanor his hylian friend had. "You're going alone?" the innkeeper exclaimed, "Why?" The words drew Rook to a halt, who turned and looked at the man with a somewhat dry expression. "Work, Thomas. The same thing it always is." Rook didn't allow the words a chance to sink in, instead turning back towards the stairs and getting back to the task at hand. The kegs weren't that large, but they still weren't exactly light. The quicker he got it done the better. He'd need to clean himself up after this too, which would take enough time in and of itself. That thought didn't linger long, however, compartmentalized and stowed away where he would find it later. There was still a decent amount of work left before he needed to consider that. Upstairs, the innkeeper had found an idea of his own. Supplies were fine and well, but the hylian probably needed help as well. Rook wouldn't speak of such things of course, not wanting to appear weak. He had an image to maintain, of that Thomas was quite sure. A smile spread across his features as he considered his options, unnoticed by the hylian as he returned for another keg. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Evening had set in, and the 'revelry' had set into full swing in the village. Rook had managed to find a set of normal clothes along with his wash and hair cut, almost seeming like he might belong in the place. The axes on his hips set him somewhat apart, but there was only so much the hylian was willing to give up for the sake of this celebration. He tried to usually stay in Hera Outpost or Katsuto for the event, but fate had not been cooperative on that front. Instead, he sat a table to the side of the taproom doing exactly what he'd decided on earlier. A fresh pint of beer sat on the table in front of him, and the dried leaves in his pipe were slowly burning. Rook certainly wasn't going to get anything else done that day, which left only an attempt to actually enjoy himself as his choice for the rest of the evening.