The Bannered Mare's finest Breton brandy tasted like rat's piss. But I didn't give a damn. All of us, apart from Kodlak, Aela, Vignar, Brill and Tilda who had all elected to remain at Jorrvaskr, were at the Bannered Mare, here to celebrate Skjor's life and death in the time-honoured tradition of the Companions; by getting absolutely pissed. "To Skjor." Vilkas raised his glass. "Skjor." We all echoed, drinking from our cups. Silence fell whilst we reflected for a moment then gradually the conversation began to build up to a low buzz. I remained silent, alone in a crowd. My mind kept flashing back to burning pain and utter helplessness.
Never again.
A giggle from my other side interrupted my brooding. Ria was whispering sotto voice to Athis, "I'm off to Morvarth with Vilkas." Athis asked her something, voice too low to catch in the babble of conversation. Ria's voice lowered even further as she replied, still giggling, and I strained to hear the next words, "...warm me up anytime."
I reached for the brandy bottle, pouring myself the last of the golden liquid. Across the table, next to Farkas, Lydia threw me a disapproving glare, which I ignored, downing the warm drink in one gulp.
Across the room Mikael had spotted me and decided that it was the perfect time to launch in that blasted song. My mood darkened further with each word and I got up from our table heading to the bar. "It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes-" I slammed my coins down on the bar, "The strongest drink you have and keep it coming."
Maybe I can forget everything.
"Now that's the way to do it." The stranger next to me spoke up in a dry but approving voice. He proffered his hand and after eyeing him warily for a minute I shook it. "I'm Sam. Sam Guevenne." "Igne." "Well, beautiful Igne, you look like someone who can hold their drink. How about a friendly con-test?" "I'm not in the mood," I growled at him, downing the drink Hulda had placed in front of me. "Come on, it'll be fun and it'll take your mind off all those worries."
Not worrying sounded good. Really good.
I glanced over uncertainly at my friends. Farkas and Lydia were smiling together in the corner, his hand gently stroking her forearm. Athis and Njada were bickering, as usual. Eorlund was talking quietly to Torvar and Vilkas- Vilkas had his hand resting on Ria's shoulder, the two of them stood slightly apart from the others, deep in conversation. Oh.
Call of the Blood 13.3/?
"To Skjor." Vilkas raised his glass.
"Skjor." We all echoed, drinking from our cups. Silence fell whilst we reflected for a moment then gradually the conversation began to build up to a low buzz. I remained silent, alone in a crowd. My mind kept flashing back to burning pain and utter helplessness.
Never again.
A giggle from my other side interrupted my brooding. Ria was whispering sotto voice to Athis, "I'm off to Morvarth with Vilkas." Athis asked her something, voice too low to catch in the babble of conversation. Ria's voice lowered even further as she replied, still giggling, and I strained to hear the next words, "...warm me up anytime."
I reached for the brandy bottle, pouring myself the last of the golden liquid. Across the table, next to Farkas, Lydia threw me a disapproving glare, which I ignored, downing the warm drink in one gulp.
Across the room Mikael had spotted me and decided that it was the perfect time to launch in that blasted song. My mood darkened further with each word and I got up from our table heading to the bar.
"It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes-"
I slammed my coins down on the bar, "The strongest drink you have and keep it coming."
Maybe I can forget everything.
"Now that's the way to do it." The stranger next to me spoke up in a dry but approving voice. He proffered his hand and after eyeing him warily for a minute I shook it.
"I'm Sam. Sam Guevenne."
"Igne."
"Well, beautiful Igne, you look like someone who can hold their drink. How about a friendly con-test?"
"I'm not in the mood," I growled at him, downing the drink Hulda had placed in front of me.
"Come on, it'll be fun and it'll take your mind off all those worries."
Not worrying sounded good. Really good.
I glanced over uncertainly at my friends. Farkas and Lydia were smiling together in the corner, his hand gently stroking her forearm. Athis and Njada were bickering, as usual. Eorlund was talking quietly to Torvar and Vilkas- Vilkas had his hand resting on Ria's shoulder, the two of them stood slightly apart from the others, deep in conversation. Oh.
"Why not?"