Tolbold

Henepa looked Tolbold straight in the eye, and waved a finger in front of his nose. “Tolbold Tatersfield, if even half of what yer told us that Lady and Lord said is true, yer would have known that the Estarfin was no demon from the start. You lads, walk around with yer eyes closed. Any one of us lasses would have told yer, him’s just protecting his Lady.” the tavern keep sighed and looked a bit wistful.

Tolbold Tatersfield almost swaggered as he walked into the ‘Elbow’s Bend’, nodding greetings to familiar faces, and noting with a hint of pride how most of the others stood back for him to approach the bar.

He winked  at Henepa, ‘A tall glass fer me, and one fer Sarno, if yer don’t mind.”