Time for a visit.

A merry tune whistled from him as he walked down the road from his family's house, a bundle in hand and a new hat on his head. He could not wait until the day of the celebratory feast and yet his heart felt heavy. This would be the first Yuletide where the family would be without his father, a strange thought and a troubled feeling but still he managed to smile.
On his way back home a stroke of luck found him again as this time he found a button jutting out from a small pile of snow. It was a wooden one and decently made and even a small piece of thread still hung from it. A man could never have too many buttons incase one would fall off his own jacket.
He chuckled and shoved the button into his pocket while continuing on his merry way back home.
When he approached the house the sound of the three dogs could be heard from afar, they knew who was coming their way. He tapped on the window to tease the hounds before pushing open the unlocked door, nearly dropping the bundle his mother gave him to take home when he was assaulted by the three, happy dogs.
"Aye, aye! I'm 'appy to see ye all too!" He tossed the bundle onto the table nearby and kneeled down, arms spreading to welcome the three into his arms.
His chest filled with warm joy as the three dogs all too eagerly showered him in slobbery kisses to welcome their master back, the man tilting his head back to try and escape between but with little use. "Ack! Yer breaths are awful!"
Gently he shoved the dogs aside and pulled the door further open to let the three bolt outside. He wiped his face and left the door open even if it meant letting the cold of winter in, he wasn't going to be staying long either way.
He put the bundle away and washed his face and it wasn't until he stood in front of his drawer that he realized he lacked a selection of clothing. Most of them still needing to be patched after the rough harvest.
"I don't believe this..." His hand dragged down his face and cupped his chin, stroking it over as he looked at the coat he had been given after his father's passing. A thought crossed his mind but dismissed with a shake of his head "Too fancy."
Although he wanted to dress nice for his trip to the town a visit to the local and most popular Inn & tavern was not an occasion for such an attire. His work clothes would have to do.
It had been a good few months since he last visited Barliman at his tavern and he had started to miss the taste of the best ale in Bree-land.
He looked down at himself and grimaced, not enjoying the idea of needing to go there in his work clothing but he had little choice now. He could maybe stop by a tailors to see if he could get any new clothing, he was going to town either way.
A quick glance was cast towards his new hat but he dismissed taking it along, it went better with the fancier attire.
He gathered his coin that he hid, whistled for the dogs to get inside and then stepped out with the door closing behind him. His thoughts turned to the sky and noticing the hour he would have to hurry if he was going to make it to the markets and shops before closing and so he took to a light jog, making his way off down the road towards the town.