A few weeks went by before Eofeole had marched into combe at his usual quick pace, his shield upon his back securing his two spears. The sun was setting and had treaded into the Combe & Wattle, thirsty. The air in the tavern was thick with smoke but there was little folk inside at that time. Eofeole walked up to the counter and spoke to the Tavern keep.
Eofoele wished to spend the night and have a drink but he lacked coin for a drink. He sat down and began to try and bargain with the Tavern keep for a drink when suddenly a voice suddenly come from hearth in the quiet, "Give him a drink, on me." Humbly Eofeole shook his head and declined the drink from the stranger and added, "I do have not earned it, therefore I do not deserve it." He continued to speak to the Tavern keep and eventually she greed to provide him with a drink or two while he tells her a tale or news of what has been happening beyond the boarders of Combe.
He began to speak with her and told her much of his travels and a tale or two when a women clad in mail stood nearby and began to listen to his tale aswell. She began to speak and interupted him. Eofeole enjoys telling tales as much as he enjoys hearing them, he tends to ignore interuptions but this time he did not, he turned with a kind smile to the women. She began to pry on about his tales and he answered honestly to each of her questions, though she did not believe that he never managed to take a serious blow which would scar or leave him badly injured.
"Let us spar then, to prove it!" She said to him so confidently, but he declined and added, "I fight either to kill or defend." She continued to try and persuage Eofeole but he never gave in, even after she offered him coin and drink.
The night went on and it had gotten late. It was time for Eofeole to rest his weary body. He bid the mail clad woman good night before heading upstairs to his room. This was to be Eofeole's only night in Combe. Before dawn he awoke and spoke to Lizbeth once more, kindly asking her to bid farewell to the mail clad woman if she were to see her again. He then went out and smelt the morning air, it was clear and fresh. However quiet and still. He left on the east road into Chetwood, marching...
