Barracks and a Tavern

The day ended pleasantly after a lot of work and Fion left the village with a smile fixed on his face, him and Anriett were done with the Barracks and the tavern. Both grounds were ready to be used by the Order, one would provide a roof over the members' heads and a training spot and the other with food, maybe occasionally friends would be invited there as well.
Now he was heading to the tavern, the sun was going down and he rested, while Anriett took her horse for some riding in Chetwood. Hedinn's steps brought him to the South Gate of Bree and Fion passed it, headed to the Prancing Pony to meet the others. Tonight was the night that they would all see that the Order has its own grounds for all purposes. It was time for some new rules of conduct in those places and the most serious of all. The location is to be kept a secret. Until further notice by him and after that only some selective few would be able to get there.
After ordering and taking his usual jar of ale Fion sat at the usual table to wait for the others, they would be back soon and then head to the Barracks and tavern. The night was still young and food, drink and fight were awaiting...