Milos headed towards one of the pubs, it wasn't the same one he had gone to with Charles and the girl, but very similar.
Postboys were left to keep an eye on all of the carriages, he had been invited by his "peers" for a drink, Ciaran had anticipated this and had told him to act as he normally would.
The conversations between the men were boring and to be expected, who worked for whom? Where did you work before? Any households looking for extra help, everyone was related to someone looking for a job. Had anyone heard about the coachman who had his throat torn out a few nights ago?
Milos sipped his beer, he didn't volunteer any information about himself or his household, just listened. A coachman from a household nearby his household recognized him and invited him to sit with hi
