GlassEye
Adventurer
Edvan nods and gulps down the chunk of seared prime beef he was chewing. "Ya, Lola, a house would be right fine," he says waving a forkful of rare beef. "No more alleyways in winter. I also wouldn't mind some decent armor, maybe a bow like my Da had." He grins and looks over at Hilmdyn. "Maybe a box o' those glass globes in case Hill here gets a little saucy and needs ta be put back in line." He pauses and turns bright red. "A writing table..." He grabs up his mug of thick bitter brew and takes a deep drink to hide his embarrassment.