Oso*Glug, glug, glug...*
There is nothing better than the warmth of a good fire, be it campfire or hearth, it warms the bones as well as the soul. When he was younger, sometimes all he had was the campfire to keep away the pain of hunger with the illusion of hot food in his belly. Up until now he had never been a man of beer or ale, but this was by far more hard and damn it all if it wasn't good. Who knew you could drink a flagon of wiskey?
*Glug, glug, glug...*
The road had been a long one from the most south back home to the north with much to have seen in the three years. He was here for the chance to lawfully own the land of his people and this tavern was the first step on that road. He hoped to find his way through a wizard willing to enchant his blade or else find the altar to a wargod for him to get the weapon blessed, if not exorcised.
*Glug, glug, glug...*
~Oh come on, you think that's going to keep me away?~ Came a dark and grating voice that only he and others of a sensitive nature could hear, it was the voice of his father possessing the sword. On one hand it annoyed him that he hadn't gotten him to shut up yet, it mean the had yet to prove himself better than the one before him. But on the other hand, when he had enough, he could still cow his ancestor spirit into aiding him from time to time.
*Glug, glug, glug...*
"Oi you two, come outside now, I dont want to get any blood on this lovley tavern floor after I gut you like a pig for all yer gold, come on then lets have it!"
*...Glug*
THe three foot tall fiend looked at his opponents with squinted eyes, then over to the new man he met today with the owl. His hand fell to rest uponhis blade, kaaping it in place befre one decided to be a stupid thief instead of just an idiot. the part of him that hadent had a fight in days was pacing in its cage, but the part that liked this new drink didnt want to get thrown out for fighting.
"It hardly seems fair, three on two... You want to take them all on and I'll order the net round, or do you wan to sit this out?"
There is nothing better than the warmth of a good fire, be it campfire or hearth, it warms the bones as well as the soul. When he was younger, sometimes all he had was the campfire to keep away the pain of hunger with the illusion of hot food in his belly. Up until now he had never been a man of beer or ale, but this was by far more hard and damn it all if it wasn't good. Who knew you could drink a flagon of wiskey?
*Glug, glug, glug...*
The road had been a long one from the most south back home to the north with much to have seen in the three years. He was here for the chance to lawfully own the land of his people and this tavern was the first step on that road. He hoped to find his way through a wizard willing to enchant his blade or else find the altar to a wargod for him to get the weapon blessed, if not exorcised.
*Glug, glug, glug...*
~Oh come on, you think that's going to keep me away?~ Came a dark and grating voice that only he and others of a sensitive nature could hear, it was the voice of his father possessing the sword. On one hand it annoyed him that he hadn't gotten him to shut up yet, it mean the had yet to prove himself better than the one before him. But on the other hand, when he had enough, he could still cow his ancestor spirit into aiding him from time to time.
*Glug, glug, glug...*
"Oi you two, come outside now, I dont want to get any blood on this lovley tavern floor after I gut you like a pig for all yer gold, come on then lets have it!"
*...Glug*
THe three foot tall fiend looked at his opponents with squinted eyes, then over to the new man he met today with the owl. His hand fell to rest uponhis blade, kaaping it in place befre one decided to be a stupid thief instead of just an idiot. the part of him that hadent had a fight in days was pacing in its cage, but the part that liked this new drink didnt want to get thrown out for fighting.
"It hardly seems fair, three on two... You want to take them all on and I'll order the net round, or do you wan to sit this out?"
