Systole
First Post
The inn has gone a bit quiet, with only the prisoner bickering with the guardsmen, and the other patrons involved with their food and drink, when an older gentlemen near the end of the bar winces. "Oh, no," he says.
"What? What are you on about?" his companion says, and then he himself winces. "Damn ... I hear it, too. You don't think he's just passing by?"
The first man barely has time to shake his head before Daylily shoulders his way into the bar, knocking over a young man who happened to be opening the door at precisely the wrong time. The barbarian holds an ordinary looking stick in one hand, and some sort of small roasted carcass in the other. His earthbreaker has been replaced with a greataxe, and he's got a new wolfskin cloak. His collection of furs appears to have several new additions, which are smaller, as furs go. And mostly fluffy and calico.
"Give to me drink!" he shouts at the waitress, not so much impatiently as blissfully unaware of the volume of his voice. He drops into a chair happily. "Ha, is much vacation times!" Seeing Relic, he waves the stick and adds, "Elder Storyteller! I am have healings magic!" He gnaws the last of the meat off of the carcass and tosses the bones into the fire. Content, he launches into a song.
[sblock=Elven]We'll drink, and we'll never ha' done, boys,
Put the glass then tae round wi' arun, boys.
Let the Sun Wolf’s example aright us.
For he's soused ev'ry night,
An’ makes him sae bright,
That he's able next morning tae light us![/sblock]
He finishes off the ode with a tremendous belch, and for a moment a bemused look crosses his face. He pulls a small black and silver object out of his mouth, peers at it drunkenly, then shrugs and tosses it over his shoulder. It lands on the table behind him: a damp, partially digested collar with a tag that reads "Mittens."
"What? What are you on about?" his companion says, and then he himself winces. "Damn ... I hear it, too. You don't think he's just passing by?"
The first man barely has time to shake his head before Daylily shoulders his way into the bar, knocking over a young man who happened to be opening the door at precisely the wrong time. The barbarian holds an ordinary looking stick in one hand, and some sort of small roasted carcass in the other. His earthbreaker has been replaced with a greataxe, and he's got a new wolfskin cloak. His collection of furs appears to have several new additions, which are smaller, as furs go. And mostly fluffy and calico.
"Give to me drink!" he shouts at the waitress, not so much impatiently as blissfully unaware of the volume of his voice. He drops into a chair happily. "Ha, is much vacation times!" Seeing Relic, he waves the stick and adds, "Elder Storyteller! I am have healings magic!" He gnaws the last of the meat off of the carcass and tosses the bones into the fire. Content, he launches into a song.
[sblock=Elven]We'll drink, and we'll never ha' done, boys,
Put the glass then tae round wi' arun, boys.
Let the Sun Wolf’s example aright us.
For he's soused ev'ry night,
An’ makes him sae bright,
That he's able next morning tae light us![/sblock]
He finishes off the ode with a tremendous belch, and for a moment a bemused look crosses his face. He pulls a small black and silver object out of his mouth, peers at it drunkenly, then shrugs and tosses it over his shoulder. It lands on the table behind him: a damp, partially digested collar with a tag that reads "Mittens."
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