The Primaboar’s Head tavern was not the most popular place in town to drink. The food was passable, the drinks were not too expensive, but not cheap either, the barmaids were reasonably attractive, and the location was sort of alright. What it lacked in standout traits, though, it made up for in consistency. No matter the season, rain or shine, war or peace, its doors were always open, and there was always plenty to drink, and this had allowed it to build up a strong core of regulars to keep the lights on and the atmosphere lively.Igrette hadn’t known any of this when she chose this place to eat, but it was quickly made known to her when some of the older locals saw her sitting alone and invited her in to join them. She had considered turning them down, preferring to drink alone, and she didn’t entirely regret accepting. She still preferred to drink alone, but company was good every once in a while, and these people were as pleasant as any others. They didn’t even ask about her face.“So, what brings you all the way out here?” asked an old man, cheeks red from ale. “Visiting family?”“My sister,” said Igrette. “It has been a long time since I saw her.”“Who’s your sister?” asked the man’s wife.“Helen. She runs an orphanage here.”“Oh, St. Elena’s!”“Yes, that’s the one.”“Ah, that’s good, that’s good,” said the man. “I’m sure Old Helen will enjoy the company.”“Old?” said Igrette with a smirk. “You’re in no position to be saying that.”The man gasped in mock indignation. “I’ll have you know (...)