Barfight

Had a tussle with some overly sensitive lad who seemed to think calling over a barmaid to place an order was some grand slight against her maidenly honor or some crock! Has he never had to call up one of Barli's staff over the din of the music and talk between folk? What a fool.

The evening starts to creep in, the long day is coming to a close. Brendmor Forsten stands looking over the town square, the traders hawking their wares, the bustle of the town still present. He glances over seeing his relief head into town following their patrol in Chetwood. Those about him notice his mood pick up, a smile crosses his face, he rolls his head breathing a sly of relief realizing his shift has finally come to an end.

Threland smirks with a painful exhale, lying down on the prancing Pony’s floor as he clutches onto his manhood in one , however rummaging around in his sidebags with a free hand, pulling a gourd and shoving it over, setting it in orbit for Nirieleth's hair. The woman, clad in heavy armor previously retaliated for a bucket of cold water thrown at her. The sense of justice was strong to the man, for she had in the past dishonoured his favorite pastime; drinking.

Dawn stretched her rosey fingers and slowly got herself out of bed, peering down on the world with bleery eyes. At her approach the darkness fled, hiding away from her as bright blue skies started to form around her. A few tendrils of mist slowly rose from the shadowy ground and joined the Dawn in her relm in the sky leaving the sky as clear as the brightest summer day and completely cloudless. The Dawn had such a brief time to see the happenings in the world, although she smiled when she saw the picturesque little in below her.