Meeting at the Pub (Duma/Carmichal-C)
Apr 27, 2015 12:13:08 GMT -6
Post by Duma on Apr 27, 2015 12:13:08 GMT -6
It was the night after a long odd job. The small band of mercenaries was successful in their mission to retrieve the mayor’s ring and kill all the bandits. The small group was seen as local heroes and Duma was enjoying some of the perks. He had a free room in the Inn along with food and drink. To him the gold was a nice bonus. He was able to make needed repairs to his equipment. The swordsman took a moment to stretch in his room. His body was still sore from the bandit raid. The night was unusually warm so he decided to keep the heavier parts of his clothes in his room. The swordsman was left in his pants, dark sleeveless shirt, and boots. His sword was tucked into its scabbard and resting comfortably on his belt.
He did a quick brush of his long hair then made his way down and out. His destination, the pub. The swordsman was going to make good on his word to have a large drink. The swordsman still could not believe they had gone along with Ravvus’ plan to topple the tower and use it as a secondary bridge. Granted it all worked out in the end but it still bothered him. It’s in the past. Dismiss it. You are going to have a good drink and some food. It’s time to unwind. He expelled the thought from his mind and went inside the pub.
The atmosphere of the small pub felt good. People seemed to be in good cheer. Two patrons were having an arm wrestling match in the corner. Others were trying and failing to woo one of the tavern waitresses. Some waved in his direction and he gave a small nod of acknowledgement. He took a seat by the bar. The pub owner recognized him and immediately went to tend the swordsman. Duma ordered the day’s special which was roast beef, potatoes, and a large mug of mead. The seat next to him was empty.
He did a quick brush of his long hair then made his way down and out. His destination, the pub. The swordsman was going to make good on his word to have a large drink. The swordsman still could not believe they had gone along with Ravvus’ plan to topple the tower and use it as a secondary bridge. Granted it all worked out in the end but it still bothered him. It’s in the past. Dismiss it. You are going to have a good drink and some food. It’s time to unwind. He expelled the thought from his mind and went inside the pub.
The atmosphere of the small pub felt good. People seemed to be in good cheer. Two patrons were having an arm wrestling match in the corner. Others were trying and failing to woo one of the tavern waitresses. Some waved in his direction and he gave a small nod of acknowledgement. He took a seat by the bar. The pub owner recognized him and immediately went to tend the swordsman. Duma ordered the day’s special which was roast beef, potatoes, and a large mug of mead. The seat next to him was empty.