Re: 001 - One Fine Morning in the Town of Emberdell
Given that you have to wait for the water to heat, Larissa helps Marille out in the stable and gets her a bucket of water, as she requested. She provides the first bucket of hot water, so that the warrior woman would not freeze in the stables by herself. She also brings a towel and large block of soap.
Back at the tavern, the water is heating up while everyone is talking, eating and drinking.
Sowen, the more talkative of the two, speaks.
"I've not been outside of my workshop in years. My father used to want to teach me to handle the sword...," he peers at Petar, who has a solid weapon by his waist, "... but I was never any good at it." He laughed. "He would say, 'Sowinik, how are you going to fight the dragons if you don't know how to use a good sword? Are you going to run? Are you going to hide?' But I showed him. I've done good for myself here. I have my own shop, I am my own master." He smiled a proud smile. "Besides, everyone knows dragons don't exist." He laughed at his own comment, and sent an encouraging elbow to his partner sitting next to him, who joined him in the mirth, although a bit awkwardly.
"But you... there's been many like you here before. 'Adventurers', they said, brave, curious, looking for gold, or glory. But only a few returned. Many died out there. And here you are, back in one day, all of you. I am beginning to think you really are adventurers. Tell us, did you find them sleeping? Did you fight from a hill? Did you kill them all with arrows?"
Sowen looks at the sack.
"What is that? Twenty heads? It's a big pile. You were outnumbered...", you can tell he's doing mental gymnastics in his head, "... FIVE to one at the least. You must be really good to have made such a fight into a victory."
Then, leaning forward conspiratorially, he lowers his voice, looks around him to see no one else is watching, and asks, "Can you show us where we can find some, too? A bounty or two like that and I could move my shop to the Haven. Maybe find me a nice wife."
At the mention of a wife, Olagh laughs out loud from behind his drink. "Aye, I could use one, too."
Sowen turns to look at him, and smiles broadly. "Wives, one for you and one for me! Yes?"
They smash their wooden tankards together, cheering, "To wives!", and drink them empty.