Ashan 1st, Arc 717
Brynjar sat at the bar of the tavern, Treth was only a farming village but it had a couple of nice taverns and inns where you could go to drink. For Brynjar this was good, especially today after having worked hard in the first light of Ashan the time had come to celebrate the return of life to the world. As a farmer the returning of light in Ashan was something he cherished, he celebrated it by getting piss drunk every Arc. He knew there were probably better ways to celebrate it, maybe praying to Ashan himself or possibly planting some new tree or plant to watch it grow. However, to the large fun loving man drinking was as good a way as any.
He sat sipping his tankard of apple cider, he had been introduced to the drink by a man named Patrick a couple seasons ago. He had liked the sweet taste and how easily it went down, much more enjoyable than the bitter taste or burning affect of stronger drinks. He sipped the cider happily as he lent against bar and looked at the people around him. Clearly others had thought similar ideas to himself as the place was pretty crowded, it was a small tavern too, not much space with the bar and about 5 tables. Most of the people there were hard working farmers like himself, but not a single person stood as tall as him. He often felt like he was a giant after leaving Uthaldria, but that was okay. It tended to mean people would leave him be and he liked the solitude most of the time.
Of course, the giant did also like company if it was of the right sort. He liked friendly and kind people, those who wouldn't judge someone before even speaking with them. This was how he met most friends these days as only those who adhered to this ideal ever really approached him. Although, he was starting to miss the comforts of women but he had met someone recently. When he had moved to Ne'haer he had decided it was enough of his childish behaviour and fluid relationships, he must have slept with a lot of women in his life times and now he was ready to settle down.
Although, with Patrick he had showed interest in taking and bedding more women that was before he had met the sweet and petite Tei'serin. She lived on a farm not far from his and she had ticked all his boxes, kind and sweet, short and petite, quite the opposite of him, and she had seemed to like nature like himself. He was lost in thought as he sipped another drink, he enjoyed the smooth sweet liquid as it caressed his tongue and fell down his gullet with ease. He was roused from his thought and enjoyment of the drink when he heard a raised voice behind him.
He swivelled around on the stool to see what was happening and he looked upon a couple scrawny farmers who seemed to be taunting a man. "Hey half face, do you want a candle so you can even out that ugly." The group laughed as he watched them. He was unable to see the man they were taunting but he didn't like the sound of it, he despised people like that and he felt the beginnings of anger rising in his stomach. One of them knocked over a drink with the aim of taunting more. "Oh here, sorry let me give you a 'Hand' with cleaning that up." They laughed harder now and Brynjar continued to watch, wondering where it would lead.
Brynjar sat at the bar of the tavern, Treth was only a farming village but it had a couple of nice taverns and inns where you could go to drink. For Brynjar this was good, especially today after having worked hard in the first light of Ashan the time had come to celebrate the return of life to the world. As a farmer the returning of light in Ashan was something he cherished, he celebrated it by getting piss drunk every Arc. He knew there were probably better ways to celebrate it, maybe praying to Ashan himself or possibly planting some new tree or plant to watch it grow. However, to the large fun loving man drinking was as good a way as any.
He sat sipping his tankard of apple cider, he had been introduced to the drink by a man named Patrick a couple seasons ago. He had liked the sweet taste and how easily it went down, much more enjoyable than the bitter taste or burning affect of stronger drinks. He sipped the cider happily as he lent against bar and looked at the people around him. Clearly others had thought similar ideas to himself as the place was pretty crowded, it was a small tavern too, not much space with the bar and about 5 tables. Most of the people there were hard working farmers like himself, but not a single person stood as tall as him. He often felt like he was a giant after leaving Uthaldria, but that was okay. It tended to mean people would leave him be and he liked the solitude most of the time.
Of course, the giant did also like company if it was of the right sort. He liked friendly and kind people, those who wouldn't judge someone before even speaking with them. This was how he met most friends these days as only those who adhered to this ideal ever really approached him. Although, he was starting to miss the comforts of women but he had met someone recently. When he had moved to Ne'haer he had decided it was enough of his childish behaviour and fluid relationships, he must have slept with a lot of women in his life times and now he was ready to settle down.
Although, with Patrick he had showed interest in taking and bedding more women that was before he had met the sweet and petite Tei'serin. She lived on a farm not far from his and she had ticked all his boxes, kind and sweet, short and petite, quite the opposite of him, and she had seemed to like nature like himself. He was lost in thought as he sipped another drink, he enjoyed the smooth sweet liquid as it caressed his tongue and fell down his gullet with ease. He was roused from his thought and enjoyment of the drink when he heard a raised voice behind him.
He swivelled around on the stool to see what was happening and he looked upon a couple scrawny farmers who seemed to be taunting a man. "Hey half face, do you want a candle so you can even out that ugly." The group laughed as he watched them. He was unable to see the man they were taunting but he didn't like the sound of it, he despised people like that and he felt the beginnings of anger rising in his stomach. One of them knocked over a drink with the aim of taunting more. "Oh here, sorry let me give you a 'Hand' with cleaning that up." They laughed harder now and Brynjar continued to watch, wondering where it would lead.
