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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5479690" data-attributes="member: 11751">Bannock, your gut tells you nothing about this social situation, nor the odds of you getting under Crystin's dress.Torrent has to restrain herself from bowling over in laughter at Bannock's attempt: "Hey Bannock, why don't you sing the young lass that ballad from last night.  You know, the one with the tavern wench with the tremendous ... assets?"Crystin smiles nervously at Bannock's words and look confused at Torrent's."Um...you say nice things but I don't know what to say Bannock.  Maybe you can sing that song for me after dinner?  Father wants me to go inside, so you all should follow me.  I don't like it when he gets mad.  I can tell he's getting angry."  She points over at the stable as she walks: "You can stable your horses over there.  There is plenty of hay for them to eat."You all follow Crystin to the stables where you tether your mounts and then follow her into her modest stone home.  When you enter, the home smells of a home cooked meal.  Aside from a few old cloth decorations, all the furniture here is made of stone, looking to be magically shaped. A small hearth crackleswith too-bright fire, and beside it an old man sits on a stone bench, perusing a thick tome and coughing incessantly. A finely-crafted warhammer hangs on the wall, surrounded by countless beautiful paintings.  The old man, presumably Haddin, looks up from his book and stares at you.  His hair is disheveled and you can tell that he was probably handsome and strong at one point.  He dresses like a common merchant and his hands shake slightly.  His eyes narrow and he calls out in a haggard voice filled with coughs and spurts."Crystin, who are these fools you've brought home? Hmmmm?! They look like some highwaymen.  No doubt you have invited these cut throats to dine at our table.  Let me guess, another foolish vision? You have lost your wits woman!  If your mother was alive to see this she would die of shame!"  He pauses to cough up and spit into the fire before shaking a fist in your direction and continuing his rant, "Be warned you bandits and rogues, if your intentions are rotten I'll smite you with fire and lightning.  I'll turn your genitals into worms and bind your souls to my eternal service!  Now ... come in and mind yourself while my daughter fixes the meal.</blockquote>

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