The streets of Oak bustled with activity as Mimir made his way towards a local pub. It had been days since his descent from Northern Fiore and into the more opened area of West Fiore. He wasn't a stranger to Oak City as he had been there once before, but this time he was not looking for random tasks to complete. For several months now he has been wandering Fiore and now he finally had a small understanding of the calm country. Mimir no longer felt like a foreigner. He had grown accustomed to the region and its many traditions.
At the moment he was dressed in a dazzling white suit with a golden trim. Though, a simple black cloak hid it from the world. The thought of his clothing caused him to smirk a little because months ago he wandered this region in clothes that were considered barbaric for other Fiorians. For a few more minutes he would continue to walk the streets of Oak before arriving at his destination. A local pub that was called The Swineherd Pub.
It had been many days since he last tasted the fine sweetness of wine and the pub was the best place where he could find a room to stay in for the couple of days he would be in Oak. Walking forward, Mimir would enter the pub and make his way towards the back-left corner where a small table sat. The table was shaped like a circle with chairs adorning both sides. He would take the chair closest to the wall and peer quickly around the pub. It was as crowded as the streets outside and the smell of drunken breath and food overtook his nostrils.
Raising his hand, Mimir would wait for a bartender to come tend to his needs.
WC: 305