It was late in the day when Derrick made his way to the Dornishman, he had no real reason other then a desire for a drink and perhaps a bit of company. It didn't hurt that the tavern had a fire not battered by the wind either, it was a chill evening and a little warmth before he went to bed in his cold tent would be welcome.
Finding a free table he took a seat and ordered a ale, his mind drifting towards the coming contest tomorrow. He didn't expect to win the Melee, but he was hoping to do well at the very least. With luck he'd even beat some of the knights he had fought with on the previous day.