“Yes, yes. Hello! Can I get all your attentions, all? I would like to make a toast –”
“Another one!?”
“Yes, shhh, another one. Just go with it. Alright, I want to make a toast! To our own… two, yes, two Shield-Brothers, who are great, great fighters and great drinking buddies, and, erm… yes, that. To them!”
He downed his tankard in one go, among a cheering crowd, and the Companions rose as one to strike their weapons on their shields. Someone asked how no one thought to take their weapons at the door, and Ergnir recognized with dread the nasal voice.
Njada heard him too. She spun to face the Redguard man. “Because! We’re Companions. That’s why, you. It’s who we are.” Her speech was slurred, but her stance was steady.
He sniffed. “Who you are, right now, is a group of drunkards.”
He went down in a single punch. The Redguard’s wife jumped onto Njada with a shout and a beautiful diving strike, and a circle soon formed around them, goading them on as they traded blows and Farkas wished aloud they could recruit her. It truly had been a beautiful punch, thrown from the shoulder with a solid weight transfer, right on the jaw.
Vilkas grabbed Ergnir’s faced and kissed him, hard against a column.
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The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (1/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:33 am (UTC)“Another one!?”
“Yes, shhh, another one. Just go with it. Alright, I want to make a toast! To our own… two, yes, two Shield-Brothers, who are great, great fighters and great drinking buddies, and, erm… yes, that. To them!”
He downed his tankard in one go, among a cheering crowd, and the Companions rose as one to strike their weapons on their shields. Someone asked how no one thought to take their weapons at the door, and Ergnir recognized with dread the nasal voice.
Njada heard him too. She spun to face the Redguard man. “Because! We’re Companions. That’s why, you. It’s who we are.” Her speech was slurred, but her stance was steady.
He sniffed. “Who you are, right now, is a group of drunkards.”
He went down in a single punch. The Redguard’s wife jumped onto Njada with a shout and a beautiful diving strike, and a circle soon formed around them, goading them on as they traded blows and Farkas wished aloud they could recruit her. It truly had been a beautiful punch, thrown from the shoulder with a solid weight transfer, right on the jaw.
Vilkas grabbed Ergnir’s faced and kissed him, hard against a column.
Married.