Re: Heart of Gheddon
The inn keeper approached me again. He didn't look happy. I guess I can relate and understand, after all the brownish drink that touches my lips is warm tea not the brutish ale served in this local. He looked a bit surprised when I asked for warm water and the surprise switched to slight disgust when I poured the aromatic herbs in the drink and spooned them to perfection.
I left the warm mug in the table and looked back at the inn keeper.
-May I have a piece of paper or parchment?
As the man raises his hands to the head with an exasperated look and leaves to fetch me the parchment I prepare one small piece of charcoal and adjust my ears to follow the words of the drunken skald, maybe I might find something useful in his words and stories.
Out of myself I start writing down the words that I am able to understand and drink some of my tea from time to time.
Last edited by God Imperror : 08-18-2012 at 06:55 PM.