Re: Funeral for a Friend
Things seem to be calming down. The barkeep raises her head above the counter, then stands up the whole way, believing that it's now safe to do so. The farmers go back to toasting Fergus' memory, and the man who had almost found himself in serious trouble for the simple mistake of assuming that all Zadasthans are the same backs down and apologises to everybody. Even a few people that hadn't been involved in the altercation.
Somebody yells, "It's my round! For Fergus!" and the recent trouble is forgotten in a rush to get to the bar and take advantage of share in this generosity.
With a fresh pint of rich, dark ale in one hand, and a tankard of cheap wine in the other, Colwyn his mostly happy. He joins in the cheering for Fergus, and the raucous singing, and the toasting, though he tries to avoid the back-slapping, just in case the person next to him, all unnoticed, happens to be Aarnr.
He isn't even worried about Bilfro now bearing the blade Valkyria - the wizard had said the sword called to him, whatever that meant, which could have been a sign that Freya wanted him to have it. And if not, Bilfro would probably be dead by noon tomorrow and somebody that the Gods really meant to have the weapon would be carrying it.
All in all, everything (well, apart from Fergus' death) seems right with the world.
In the privare room, Eilieen and Erista discover that this tavern does not boast proper sleeping accommodations. They are in a room, half as large as the public tap room, and obviously intended for use if somebody wanted to hold a meeting, an auction, or other private function. Still, the sawdust is clean, just like in the tap room (at the start of the evening), and the closed door makes it quieter in here.
And there is enough room for about a dozen people to spread out bedrolls and sleep comfortably...