Overheard in the ‘Horse and Tack’ at Seamist:
“Remember that time we rode in full force when that young
Wilder lass was bathing? The one with the perky tits? After this, she probably
never took a bath again!” Loud laughter roared throughout the common hall.
“Aye, her brothers tried to give us trouble. Well, one of
those idiots doesn’t need to till the farmlands anymore. He has no more use of
his leg!” Again, laughter rolled off the mouths of the six rough men sitting in
the tavern.
“I tell you, we ride again tomorrow. Not just us though, as
we have done in the past. Nyrion is taking the army as well. Firstcairn will be
ours. I’ll personally slit the throat of that fat bastard.” The one-eared man
intoned, after gulping down his ale.
“Will any of the troops give us any trouble?”
“Nah. Nyrion is our liege lord. Who would disobey him?
Besides, it is that witch at Fulcairn that killed Duene. Blood for blood.”
“And perhaps some Wilder lasses for entertainment, eh boys?”
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