Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Wayfarer.
The figure approaching along the road resolves itself into a man, wrapped in a cloak against the rain and carrying a broadsword at his back. Mercenary, then, not merchant, but benighted all the same, and Danny's lonely enough to take a chance. "Hold hard, stranger!" he calls from the doorway of his wagon, "I've hot stew and a warm stove to share, if you'd like." The man pauses and turns, one hand going to the dagger at his hip, and Danny watches the slide of tattooed skin over muscle and thinks of the warm bed he's minded to share too.