There was a loud uproar from the table across from them. One of the men throwing down his hand in the heated card game, Cassius glared in their direction. Troubled that the noise from their boisterous poker match might disturb the sleeping woman and child next to him, he watched them agitatedly from over the rim of his drink.
Too inebriated to know fear, the men continued to dole out the cards in anticipation for another round. Glancing at Aribelle slumped against him, the boy's head resting in her lap. Cassius made a marginal adjustment to her cloak, before returning to his previous engagement of eyeing the pub and its occupants watchfully. Although, adverse towards being in the company of others so soon after they had become fugitives. Cassius could not ignore his companions' pronouncedly declining energy after an entire day and night's trek in the cover on the forest.
