Ale

Mum was never a good cook. She always burnt her stew a bit. Or she'd throw the onions almost raw into the mix. Or she'd forget to butter the cake batter and end up making a kind of hard bread. 

I remember the faces my father would make, trying to hide how salty the soup was, so that my mother wouldn't notice. I felt like getting angry with her, but Dad always said it was better not to spend our time together at the table arguing over silly things.

The aged dwarf lets the door clatter shut behind him, stopping just inside. His eyes squint, darting between the darker corners and edges of the room, causing the wrinkles on his temple to deepen. Satisfied no one was lying in wait, he marches straight forward to the bar, paying no mind to anyone he may bump into on his way.

Pointing a gloved finger at the man with the apron, he raises his voice. “Oy! You're the keeper of this inn, aye? I will need—”

Business has been well of the late. I sold some more figurines and carvings upon the night of the last market. On the very same night, I send Fiontann some letters describing that we should talk about some business propositions. He quickly responded and told me that he does indeed know of my skill as a woodworker and that if repairs are needed, I would be the first man he would contact.

These past weeks have been fortunate with me, I was able to find a job as a wood-worker at the Combe Lumber-camp, which had been quite successful, however, I had found a better job, one which would pay more. Alongside this fine job, I had found a good chance for love. Elfcwyn. I had asked her if she would want to take a chance, but she had declined, however, she had said that she does fancy me but needs more time.

~ Crumpled up note lying on the side of the road ~

I've got one hell of a headache, my body's sore and it feels if a goblin just shat in my mouth. 

That was the last time I get so blastedly plastered... 

The Wood in the Fire I

A second meeting...

Meadwine and Aegaldred happened upon one another in Bree for the second time, and it was suggested that they have a drink drink together, moments later they found themselves in the Prancing Pony Inn, sat face – to – face at a quiet table...