Dawson Phillips "Drink! Drink! Drink!" The crowd shouted as they stood around a burly man who was seated at one of the wooden tables. Empty and full glass cups of beer were scattered about on his table. His big hand reached for a full cup and lifted it up in the air, the liquid spilling as it sloshed from side to side. The crowd roared as he downed the whole drink in one go. The tavern was as rowdy as ever. Dawson's blue-green eyes watched the crowd in annoyance as he took a gulp of his own beer. He was seated in a corner far away from the crowd, though he felt that it wasn't far enough. Their shouts and cheers were beginning to irritate him and he couldn't quite enjoy his beer in peace. Clicking his tongue, Dawson ran a hand through his hair then took another drink of his beer. His target, Semele, was proving to be difficult to catch much like the king had said she would be. He had been tracking her for a week and something days already and all he would get were dead ends or sometimes he would even manage to get a lead on her, but the lead wouldn't last. It was truly grating his nerves and a hurting a bit of his pride, which was why he came down to the tavern to have a drink and forget about his task at hand for a while. So far, it wasn't working. This only upset him further. Normally, Dawson would have caught his target by now or at least be in the process of capturing them. The king had been right when he said that he would take longer than usual. Of course, Dawson had opened his big mouth and told the king not to worry; that he would bring the girl in in no time. Now he looked like the biggest fool. The king was probably laughing at his failure back at the castle while drinking his precious wine. Tightening his grip on the glass, Dawson watched his knuckles turn white. Hopefully he found this girl soon, because the longer he took, the more embarrassing it will be when he returns her to the king after the date he had set up. It would also hurt his reputation.