Sword Dancer
From his nose Boro took in the smells of food being cooked, bacon, eggs, and other rich scents filled his nostrils.
Boro strode over to the bar, where several nearby lords eyed him and his sword and made disdainful faces. Boro tried to walk with confidence but the eyes on his back made him stubble from the foot of a chair. Face reddening, he straightened himself up and walked the last couple steps to the bar.
"One mug of ale if you please," Boro said to the large woman wiping clean a glass mug. He dropped a few copper royals onto the counter top. " And a plate of whatever that delicious smell is as well"