Brom takes one of the offered coin and bites into it with blackened teeth. Satisfied with the quality of the currency, the man stashes the coins behind the counter and pours a large drinking horn of mead for the giant; the quality of the drink is questionable and might definitely be accused of having been watered down. An hour passes without incident, Brom idly chatting up Hákon and taking care to keep the customer topped off with honeyed wine.
Hákon never hears her approach, but a tug at the belt draws his attention. There is a tiny hand wrist-deep into his pockets, searching for whatever it might find. At the other end of the hand is a face the giant knows only too well. Marna, muddy haired, bruised knees and missing more than a few of her milk teeth. Her hair is cut short to make it difficult to grab and wears pants, which are undoubtedly easier to run in than a dress; to most, she would be easily confused for a boy. She wields a finely kept short sword, which on her small frame is proportionate to a longsword. She offers a gap-toothed grin upwards with all the innocence of an imp.
"Um... hello."
Spoiler: Hakon's search
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The cursory search finds no doors
Re: War of the Burning Sky: IC
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