It's been some time since he's had an excuse to actually stay in the Spring Tavern for more than a few moments, and an afternoon to catch up with the former Queen of Summer was a better excuse than most. Not just because she was the only Monarch he has not yet met privately with, but also because it was around her Season that... interesting developments happened, lately. The fact that the Iron Spear's passions resonated well with the temperament of Spring was not unimportant, too.
The Tavern is, as always, well-stocked. On one of the smaller tables the knight-errant has set two bottles of wine, crimson like the banners of Wrath (he can always get more if they go through these too quickly), two glasses and some snacks - bread, salami, parma ham, prawns... they're not drunks, after all, but people of refined taste.
Dressed in his usual greens and browns, with his sword safely sheathed and put on the bar, Abraham awaits Circe's arrival.