He didn't think he'd mind, one way or another. Food was food. Especially if it was from the game that he hunted, since he knew it was good-quality meat. Drew never brought anything worthless to the Horned Stag, that much he knew.
Drew noticed her head resting on his shoulder, but didn't think anything of it. Maybe she was just tired, and needed something softer to rest her head on? Tables weren't all that comfortable to sleep on, he knew from experience. "Anyone can become an adventurer. All you need is a sword or bow, and then you just gotta find someone to help." He smiled at her. "I'm sure you could do it, what's keeping you from leaving?" It was a genuine question. If she wasn't happy staying here, then she should just.. leave, right? Seemed like the simplest solution.
Nothing of how Drew acted pointed towards a bad life, no. In reality, his life was uneventful at most, and he was happy with that. He went out to hunt, brought game to sell here, returned home for a few days, rinse and repeat. It was a simple, happy life for him, and that's all he really needed. Nothing all that flashy was really needed.
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