Chapter 1: The Hearty Woodsman
Within
The Hearty Woodsman seated a good range of passing travelers and local smallfolk. A half dozen tables seated farmhands, labourers, tinkers, and crofters. toward the back of the Inn, separate from the rest, a large group of perhaps ten men were the rowdiest of the bunch. Unlike the others, these men wore swords, axes or maces, though many had laid them down to enjoy a mug of ale or cut of smoked meat. Few of the men bore heraldry openly, but amidst the group, some personal heraldry was visible. A pot, a hound, and a winged beast, were among them.
The men appeared to be involved in a game of chance. Three of them, younger and slighter of build, perhaps squires or servants, each had a half-filled mug of ale atop his head, and every few minutes one of the seated men would take a turn throwing an object. Oft as not his aim was true and the mug would go clattering to the ground; men would cheer, and a round of beers would be ordered, otherwise there might be a wince or a shout at the standing squire was struck with whatever was thrown, to a mixture of cheers or boos from the surrounding men.
Towards the door, the innkeeper, an older man of at least forty years, gave a slight frown as one of the squires buckled beneath a hurled shoe, but offered no word of complaint.
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