Re: Sitting in the Corner for Gnoll business
The night was one of music and laughter at he Ye Olde Bucket of Beer. Minstrels played while entertainers sang, tumbles, juggled, and so on. The beer was cold and the buckets marched along until the middle of the night. A cow had taken a fall in the afternoon, by the evening it had become a fine roast with carrots and cabbages. Games went on into the night as well; cards, dice, chess, backgammon, and darts, until much copper and no small amount of silver had changed hands.
Many would come by and shake a hand or pat the back of the 'heroes' of the Gnoll hunt. Brother Samuel found it no small measure to keep an eye out for the errant brawl between young men. Especially between the local Elves of the swamps and the caravan running Dwarves of the far mountains. Something about dainty swamp flowers wilting in the heat of real work.
Yrpish received many well wishers that offered a 'sorrow felt for your lost clan' sentiments. Malcomb delighted in the commonality of it all, the acceptance, and the way the young females seem to be drawn to him. Even if strong drink, and much of it, ruined any amorous opportunities.
Vogry sat stolidly, mostly talking with Tarek of the tales of the knights they admired, until he was offered a brew of brandy from a passing caravneer. A remarkably tall and elegant human, she handed him a glass of what she called Dragon Fire Brandy with a smile as dazzling of bolt of lightning. He awoke without a headache but there was a subtle lip outline on his left cheek.
From the kitchens came the sent of breakfast cooking; ham, eggs, frying potatoes, and fresh bread.