The wagon driver heaved a satchel bag off his shoulders as he let himself fall onto the bench beside a table. He motioned to the barmaid for two drinks as he visibly relaxed, keeping himself propped up by his arms on the table. Another wagon driver took up a similar seated position across from him. "The trails don't get any smoother, do they, Malin?" one said to the other. Malin grinned as the barmaid put down the two tankards of ale on their table. "No smoother than your head, Patil," chuckled Malin as Patil ran his hand over his thinning hair line.