Feb 25, 2022 6:28 am
Returning to Targos took longer than the leaving. Mayhap it was the burden of pushing the sled or perhaps the knowledge that an axe was being returned instead of a brother that caused each step to be a bit slower but Graendal's place still met them at the end of the trail no matter the pace.
Despite the tears, it was still a kindness for Hruna to know the fate of her loved one. While her brother might now feast in the Dwarven halls filled with other brave warriors that had fallen in battle, the axe provided those on this side a link to the permanence of family if not the individual. To the dwarves, it was enough.
Having completed their somber task, Bells clasped both dwarves in a brief embrace. Sometimes words even escaped a bard's extensive orator abilities.
On the way over to the tavern, I am a bit light on coin until we cash in our payment. Tonight, I shall have to sing for my supper but that is no concern to me as it has not been the first time. What does give me pause is finding someone who will treat us fair and has the ability to pay such a sum. Do you know of such a person in Targos?
The creak of the faded sign announced the arrival at the only place that held a bit of familiarity and as usual for the bard...it was a tavern. No matter what location or even the social economical of its patrons, most taverns were fundamentally the same: loneliness being dispelled with drink, food, and entertainment of various kinds. Bells knew where she fit in that equation so she entered the establishment with a broad smile as she announced, We're back!
The reaction of those inside exceeded her expectations. The bard nodded in satisfaction as the fishermen welcomed one of their own as a hero. If impressed now, their admiration would only increase after Okto's part in driving off the goblins was told. All those hours traveling had not been in vain but had been used to compose a story that highlighted each of her companions in a moment of glory.
Bells pulled Ma to the side after the initial attention to make arrangements for a meal plus a room in return for a night of regailing the guest with stories. Securing an agreement, Bells joined the others at the center table when Copper climber on the chair next to her.A gift? For me? Now aren't you the sweetest! cooed the bard to her newest admirer. No, we didn't make any other towns but you will have to wait like everyone else to hear where we did go but more importantly what was done when we got there. I promise, it's worth the wait!
Bells had given a nod as the stranger had joined their table but had been in the process of turning over the piece of ivory in her hand trying to rightly identify the shape. Catching several men intently watching her manipulations, the bard places the piece on the table, It's a yeti, gentlemen.
Despite the tears, it was still a kindness for Hruna to know the fate of her loved one. While her brother might now feast in the Dwarven halls filled with other brave warriors that had fallen in battle, the axe provided those on this side a link to the permanence of family if not the individual. To the dwarves, it was enough.
Having completed their somber task, Bells clasped both dwarves in a brief embrace. Sometimes words even escaped a bard's extensive orator abilities.
On the way over to the tavern, I am a bit light on coin until we cash in our payment. Tonight, I shall have to sing for my supper but that is no concern to me as it has not been the first time. What does give me pause is finding someone who will treat us fair and has the ability to pay such a sum. Do you know of such a person in Targos?
The creak of the faded sign announced the arrival at the only place that held a bit of familiarity and as usual for the bard...it was a tavern. No matter what location or even the social economical of its patrons, most taverns were fundamentally the same: loneliness being dispelled with drink, food, and entertainment of various kinds. Bells knew where she fit in that equation so she entered the establishment with a broad smile as she announced, We're back!
The reaction of those inside exceeded her expectations. The bard nodded in satisfaction as the fishermen welcomed one of their own as a hero. If impressed now, their admiration would only increase after Okto's part in driving off the goblins was told. All those hours traveling had not been in vain but had been used to compose a story that highlighted each of her companions in a moment of glory.
Bells pulled Ma to the side after the initial attention to make arrangements for a meal plus a room in return for a night of regailing the guest with stories. Securing an agreement, Bells joined the others at the center table when Copper climber on the chair next to her.A gift? For me? Now aren't you the sweetest! cooed the bard to her newest admirer. No, we didn't make any other towns but you will have to wait like everyone else to hear where we did go but more importantly what was done when we got there. I promise, it's worth the wait!
Bells had given a nod as the stranger had joined their table but had been in the process of turning over the piece of ivory in her hand trying to rightly identify the shape. Catching several men intently watching her manipulations, the bard places the piece on the table, It's a yeti, gentlemen.
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