The two guards standing at the door gasped, mostly out of anything other than excitement, one guard even hurried to open the door for the man. He nodded lightly and smiled a bit, walking into the bar.
"The Patriots." Austin said lightly as he entered. The bar was quite lovely, and was the home of this new Militia that seemed to have popped up, and it was a bar that he kept enjoying. Even though he had to pay the barkeep and a few customers extra to keep their mouths shut.
Though about weeks of being on the run, most people here kept his secret and didn't bother telling anyone that Austin Goodman, the wanted fugitive and former hero of Bretonia was indeed still in Bretonia and visiting a local pub.
Continuing on his way further into the pub, he found a table far way from most people and sat down, taking a quick note of someone who wasn't a regular here, or at least not someone he'd know or has seen. He shrugged a bit and propped his arm up on the table, then rested his chin in his hand.