Hugh watched as the woman speak to the owner briefly, before quickly departing. He suspected something was up, as she had a sort of suspicious expression on her face.
Perhaps I should tail her and see what she’s up to. I don’t have much to do here, anyways.
He paid for his drink and hastily followed.
Before he could reach the door, a big fellow lumbered in and greeted the people inside before RUDELY bellowing, “Who are you and what are you doing in this place?”
Hugh looked at him with a skeptical look. “Hey, Atticus. I’m a regular here. Name’s Johan Victors. You probably don’t know me because I usually just keep to myself in the corner, but today, I decided to sit at the counter. Anyways, I need to get some sleep now. My wife’ll be worried sick if I don’t get home. It’s nice talking to you, Atticus. Have a good day now!”
Hugh bypassed Atticus and departed the tavern, shaking his head. What’s up with that dude, all lumbering in like he’s all that. 😐
He looked around at the fairly empty street and, ahead of him he saw the faint figure of the woman who ran out, and another figure whom he presumed to be tailing her.
Thar she is. Now let’s see where you’re going in such a hurry.
Hugh chuckled to himself, and followed the two figures.