Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 15, 2018 12:36:10 GMT -8
 A medium sized Inn and Mead Hall located in Brynjefors Harbor in southern Taingaard. You'll be served, wine, mead, ale and beer along with fresh game, newly baked bread, freshly plucked berries and different stews and soups just to name a few. In the back there are plenty of rooms with beds for the weary traveler, and though most are bed halls there are single bed rooms too in the far end for those that wish a private and reasonably quiet night.
If quiet nights are not your thing, the Mead Hall will come to life every evening where fun are had, games played, challenged overcome and stories shared - and planned. This is the ideal first place to visit in Taingaard for a tourist as you may find plenty adventure and tales and perhaps willing companions or gold for hired work. |
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 15, 2018 12:43:20 GMT -8
"Ahhh, welcome to the Blue Horizon, Mister Lucolve!" Brunn said and smiled to all the faces he could establish eye contact with in there - which were almost all. "What did you have in mind for food? As I'm the giver I insist you should have one of our ales first though. No choosing the drinks for you..!" he said and nodded towards a table close to the fireplace with two chairs adorned with furry white skin.
"How about you make yourself comfortable over there and I'll bring it down in just a second?" Brunn asked, though it was really not a suggestion and after hearing what he would like to eat, he strode up to the bar.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Dec 15, 2018 14:50:22 GMT -8
"Anything warm and filling would foot the bill just fine!" Lucolve replied to Brunn's question. He watched the half-giant amble toward the bar after indicating the chairs and table he meant for them to lounge in.
Lucolve peered around the mead hall through delicate spectacles perched on his nose. The mead hall was dark and rough, appearing to have been rebuilt whenever repairs are needed. The tables and chairs did not match throughout the hall, indicating they were either frequently replaced, or collected piecemeal, Lucolve suspected the former. A few patrons were scattered throughout the hall, drinking from horns and cups which also did not quite match each other. The dishes of food were varied throughout the hall as there were legs of lamb, sides of beef, whole rabbits and squirrels, and even some roast pig. Bowls of stew boasted vegetables swimming with chunks of meat.
Lucolve was not a heavy drinker, but for the sake of building rapport with the giant and gaining knowledge, he would call upon every element he could to ensure he held his own.
Seating himself in the chair, Lucolve ensured the door could be observed easily. Setting his travel desk underneath the table, he pulled a rough cut crystal from one of the side compartments. This crystal was not clear, and certainly not smooth, like the last. Roughly cut sides revealed cracks and flaws, clouded clarity, and uneven surfaces. Holding the crystal to the light of the fire, Lucolve breathed in slowly, willing the warm glow to fill the crystal and spread a red light. The crystal felt warm in his hand as Lucolve placed it on the table to add a little more light to the parchment he laid upon the tabletop.
Tonight would be a long night, but he was glad to finally be seated in a chair without the constant lulling rock of the seas beneath him.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 16, 2018 11:51:53 GMT -8
Brunn nodded and went up to the bar returning shortly after with two large bowls of rabbit stew with vegetables and two large pints of ale.
"Here ya' go Mister Lucolve!" he said proudly sitting down himself. The food here in Taingaard was quite hard to describe as 'tasty' as in a plate of finely spiced food, this wasn't the right way to put it. Rather it was obvious that the land and its inherent vigor added some of this vitality to it's inhabitants through the food whether it be animal or vegetable. In fact many tourists in Taingaard would speak of how the meat would be almost too intense in its natural flavor the first time they ate it and how freshness did not cover it when they tasted the berries.
The same was the case with the beer which in would be tasted, experienced and lived in a way quite resembling that of taking the first full breath of mountain air when coming from the city. Only these breaths would make you quite drunk if you took too many.
"To The Bryn! Our local Brynjefors Ale and the first thing most visitors here drink and... the last thing many of us tastes before waking up the day after!" Brunn said and laughed as he raised the mug for a toast.
"So Lucolve..." Brunn said and sunk his teeth into a rabbit leg. "Where do you hail from?" he asked curiously.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Dec 18, 2018 16:40:44 GMT -8
"To the Bryn!" Lucolve exclaimed, heaving the pint of ale skyward before bringing the foamy head to his lips.
The flavor hit him without warning, hints of oak and earth drawing his breath away. This had only happened to him once before, on the peak of a mountain where the air was slightly too thin to fully breathe.
"Brunn, my good man, now that is a tale to tell!" Lucolve said, placing his ale on the table.
His ink-stained hands grasped the frail spectacles from his nose, squirreling them away within the robes once more. "I originally was born in a land known as the Isran Empire. My people are known as the Celadine." Lucolve paused, reaching for one of the bowls of stew. He gently scooped a spoonful of the steaming dish into his mouth as he studied Brunn's face. Many people had heard of the Celadine Tribe, and the powers they wield.
"I would not be surprised if that name rings a bell, even here in Taingaard. Jun is known far and wide throughout the lands for her heroic deeds. Known and feared." Lucolve took another strong swallow of the ale, savoring the tones his tongue tasted. The earthy undertones reminded him of his childhood, learning to farm, cultivate, and nurture the earth. "I was not always raised by the Celadine, however." He stated, a tone of interest on his tongue, a grin upon his face. "I showed promise in the elemental magic of my people, and was sent to be tutored in the arts. My talents were limited, however, and I soon found that my skills were better put to use in the pursuit of knowledge. I left my homeland and became apprenticed under a traveling soldier turned scholar."
Lucolve pulled the meat from the bone with his teeth as he paused to take advantage of the meal. For the past few weeks, he had been surviving on solely hard tack and traveling rations.
"I learned much in my travels, and would like to build a library one day, which spans the governments and regions of this world. Taingaard is one of the regions I knew very little about, so here I am, before you." Lucolve slumped back into the chair, ale in hand, and glanced at the fire. Brunn was the first to hear this much about Lucolve in many years.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 22, 2018 1:43:35 GMT -8
To Brunn this guy seemed an honest fellow - not late to drink with a stranger and toast to his village. Brunn nodded as Lucolve told him about the Isran Empire which he of course knew about as a decent amount of visitors hailed from Isra.
"Hmm... I think I had a young woman here not many days ago from Isra. What was her name? I remember she was very cold and helped me trying to find my sniffer dog. Her name waaas..." he said and scratched his chin. "Oh I remember! Fetcher! That was it, Roseanne Fetcher!" he said and enthusiastically slapped the table. "You know her?" he asked Lucolve.
"But Celadine... I haven't heard about that name before although I know that your nation applaud their heroes almost more than we do. I can only imagine that this Jun is a mighty hero." he said and raised his mug again. "For the Celadine!" he said and took another large gulp of his ale. It was as much an excuse to take another sip as it was to be polite and honor those heroes he had not yet met.
Brunn couldn't be called a scholar but he did enjoy the occasional book - especially the ones about Taingaardian history - and if it was fictionalized slightly that just eased it for the half giant. But they didn't have many libraries in Brynjefors Harbor and thus he had to be content with whatever the travelling merchant could sell him.
"Building a library is no small task. I've heard tales about the one they have in Vikhafen our capital - it is said to be impressive, but not everyone gets to enter the old part of the library." Brunn said and looked at Lucolve. "What kind of books would be in this library of yours? Do you intend to map the entire world?" he asked and chuckled.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Dec 30, 2018 20:27:01 GMT -8
“Unfortunately, it has been a number of years since I have been in Isra, so I do not recognize the name Roseanne, however, the surname of Fletcher is well known.” Lucolve explained before draining his ale to the toast Brunn offered to his tribe.
The ale blossomed on his tongue, hinting of the pure elements combined to create this ambrosia. Mead, perhaps, may top this drink, but it would have to be of the finest stock.
“I hope to collect first hand accounts of the world, along with their histories and naturally, yes, the maps.” Lucolve chuckled as he explained. “My focus is naturally on the cartography of this great land, however, I have a certain passion for the arcane, as you may have noticed.” Lucolve peered at his new friend, giving him a knowing wink.
Lucolve sat back in the large chair, stomach full of stew and ale. This night would be one for the book, his time of first hand knowledge, the legacy upon which his library would be started.
“Tell me my friend, if you please, does this establishment serve mead?” Queried Lucolve of Brunn.
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Brunn
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: 35
Physical Description: A large half giant standing about 8 feet tall and with a bearish look that is only underlined by a the epicness of his large brown beard. Brunn is muscular in the sense that his muscles were forged from labor and not from pumping irons. He may well be appearing intimidating but make a friend of him or humor him and he'll charm you through his smile and deep infectious laughter.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing nothing fancy Brunn likes to use leather armor for when out hunting and traveling but for his daily duties a set of rather normal clothes are preferred. Should he nee to defend himself his two handed battle axe - Glamnir - will strike fear in most foes.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 1:28:25 GMT -8
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Post by Brunn on Dec 31, 2018 2:08:39 GMT -8
Brunn blinked twice as he lit up. "Oooh yeah! It was Fletcher and not Fetcher! You're right Mister Lucolve!" he said and nodded with a chuckle. "I wonder if I got the first name wrong too then..." he said and scratched his beard. Brunn took another large gulp of his drink and if the ale blossomed on Lucolve's tongue, Brunn had a wholly different way of enjoying his beer. Like a river it passed through his mouth and taste buds but not a hint of the taste forgotten in the rush and feeling the cold sensation of the beer running through his throat he firmly put the mug on the table again stifling a burp that would have otherwise have hit his new friend like a gust of wind.
Lucolve frowned a little hearing him mentioning the arcane.
"Ooh yes... the arcane." he said and leaned back in the chair as it creaked beneath his mighty weight looking as if he was musing before he leaned towards Lucolve again. "There are some who practice magic inside Taingaard and the art of the rune craft may interest you... They are in Leifheim a little further north but..." he said and weighed his words again before lowering his voice. "I'm probably a bad guide for saying this as it might lead to danger... but the druids of Grönskog are something you would want to look into too then. But know that they don't let just anyone enter..." he said and leaned back again crossing his mighty arms with eyes downcast. Was he wrong to mention them? So many stories had told about how dangerous it was to enter Grönskog but then again some of his more trusted friends had told of kindness from the Grönskog druids that roamed Taingaard outside of Grönskog itself.
As Lucolve asked for mead Brunn awoke from his pondering quite immediately.
"It wouldn't be a Taingaardian establishment if we hadn't!" he exclaimed and laughed. "Let's have a bottle of mead down here bartender!" he said enthusiastically and only moments later there would be a bottle of unlabeled mead on the table. "It's the house mead but don't let that discourage you..." Brunn said as he served it. "This should certainly top the ale!" he said and smiled. "Cheers!" he said and took a decent sized gulp of the mead. It was sweet yet not honey like and with a taste or berries and a clear sensation of freshness to it.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Jan 1, 2019 19:17:30 GMT -8
"If it was Fetcher, then there is no need for apologies my friend!" Lucolve returned. He noticed the slight frown Brunn displayed upon the mention of the arcane. This was not uncommon, as many cultures had a disdain for the arcane arts.
I must remember not to discuss the arcane too much with this fellow... Lucolve noted. This was his first 'friend' in this land, and from the first impressions, Brunn was a being of business first, pleasure later. He seemed honest to a fault, hard working, and reliable. This would be good!
"Grönskog will be a location I am interested in, however, as we enjoy this mead, please tell me about yourself!" Lucolve stated, gladly accepting the mead offered. "You are the first I've met in this land, and it is not hard to surmise that you are more than the average citizen of this land."
Taingaard was the perfect place to add to his travels, already revealing multiple locations, which Lucolve mentally noted for his future travels. He needed to gather more knowledge, and to do that, he needed to build relationships.
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Brunn
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 35
Physical Description: A large half giant standing about 8 feet tall and with a bearish look that is only underlined by a the epicness of his large brown beard. Brunn is muscular in the sense that his muscles were forged from labor and not from pumping irons. He may well be appearing intimidating but make a friend of him or humor him and he'll charm you through his smile and deep infectious laughter.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing nothing fancy Brunn likes to use leather armor for when out hunting and traveling but for his daily duties a set of rather normal clothes are preferred. Should he nee to defend himself his two handed battle axe - Glamnir - will strike fear in most foes.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 1:28:25 GMT -8
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Post by Brunn on Jan 2, 2019 13:20:05 GMT -8
"Apologies are the last resort for traitors, we value action of the right measure far more higly than simple words that could be spilled from any lip!" he said and nodded, Lucolve had struck something of a core value in Taingaardian culture. Traitors weren't welcomed here and little could make up for stabbing your own friend in the back after the deed had been done.
"I somehow knew you would say that Mr. Lucolve..." Brunn said with a sigh. "Grönskog is said to be a place of great wonder by the few who walked there, but also a place where you don't set foot lightly. Now that I've said it twice I won't warn you again!" he said and took another sip of the mead and looked down himself. "You surmised correctly, I am definitely more than the usual citizen!" his laugh boomed inside the inn. "But no, I am just tasked with being the first to greet visitors in Taingaard - but I am somewhat known for that." he said and shrugged but gave Lucolve a genuine smile for suggesting it.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Jan 6, 2019 11:50:55 GMT -8
Lucolve settled back into his chair, sporting the cup of mead in both hands. “It may be the ale and mead talking, my friend, but I desire to see more of this land.” He raised the cup to his lips, momentarily forgetting the quill and parchment, pondering the adventures in store. “I wish to meet the people, study the fauna and flora, record the history, and mayhaps experience an adventure or two.” Lucolve sighed, recalling the travels of his past... broken farmsteads, dilapidated forests, poor common folk whose grand adventures were their trips to market.
This land held promise. His modest control of elements could continue to aid in his travels, and there was much unknown about this land throughout the rest of the world. Grönskog could wait, for he knew far too little of the area. With Brunn’s warning, Lucolve knew he needed to gather more knowledge of the place in order to be better prepared.
The fire felt warm, crackling along the large logs placed upon the flames. The ale and mead sat heavy in his stomach, along with the first hot meal he had eaten in weeks. Reaching his right hand into his robes, Lucolve produced a heavy wooden pipe, seemingly grown into the shape, bearing the natural bark and grain of the wood. Setting down the cup of mead, his left hand dove into the folds, retrieving a small pouch of tobacco, along with a long splinter of wood, the end darkened from flame.
“Nothing is better than an instrument with multiple uses!” Lucolve exclaimed as he leaned toward the fire to light his charcoal pencil. He brought the flame to the bowl of his pipe and drew a deep puff. Waving the pencil in the air, the flame was extinguished and Lucolve placed it on the table. His tobacco was a mix, collected throughout his travel, bearing the flavors of the lands he had encountered. “Brunn! Would you care for a smoke?” Lucolve asked, nearly forgetting that he was no longer alone.
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Brunn
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 35
Physical Description: A large half giant standing about 8 feet tall and with a bearish look that is only underlined by a the epicness of his large brown beard. Brunn is muscular in the sense that his muscles were forged from labor and not from pumping irons. He may well be appearing intimidating but make a friend of him or humor him and he'll charm you through his smile and deep infectious laughter.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing nothing fancy Brunn likes to use leather armor for when out hunting and traveling but for his daily duties a set of rather normal clothes are preferred. Should he nee to defend himself his two handed battle axe - Glamnir - will strike fear in most foes.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 1:28:25 GMT -8
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Post by Brunn on Jan 8, 2019 4:58:26 GMT -8
Brunn opened his eyes wide hearing Lucolve mentioning wanting to see the land a bit more as thoughts raced through his head. This could actually be viable and Anders - his colleague at the harbor - could probably hold the fort for a few days.
"Well I've never acted as a guide before for tourists, but I guess there has to be a first for everything, don't there?" he asked and chuckled. There were beautiful parts in Taingaard not far from Brynjefors Harbor, but then again there were dangerous parts not far away either. "I'll take you to a few places that I hope you'll like - but Grönskog you'll have to visit yourself!" he said decisively. "That is of course if you want me as a guide..!" he added as an afterthought.
The tobacco Lucolve was smoking had a sweet smell to it and Brunn did slightly regret not bringing his own pipe.
"I would, but I have forgotten my pipe back at the gate house and these people don't lend theirs." Brunn said and let his eyes drop slightly at the disappointment of not getting to taste the foreign tobacco Lucolve had brought.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Jan 13, 2019 11:24:49 GMT -8
Lucolve pondered the giant’s response, noting the disappointment in his eyes. “Never fear! If you would allow me to share my pipe, it may be small, but fits the task at hand!” Lucolve offered the pipe to Brunn, without hesitation.
“I have procured tobacco from each land I have visited and believe this batch to be nearly complete...” Lucolve stated, “however, if you are to lend me the assistance of your knowledge of this land, we will certainly need to acquire a tobacco blend of this land as well!”
Lucolve’s mind was racing. A half-giant guide in this land would be most agreeable. With Brunn, Lucolve would have little difficulty in recording the land, and the gods willing, the people and legends.
“If you would allow me to hire your services, I would be immensely blessed to have you as guide and companion in my first venture in Taingaard.” Lucolve proposed, hoping his new found friend would accompany him, less as guide, and more as a companion. Perhaps as the hero of the tales to be recorded.
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Brunn
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 35
Physical Description: A large half giant standing about 8 feet tall and with a bearish look that is only underlined by a the epicness of his large brown beard. Brunn is muscular in the sense that his muscles were forged from labor and not from pumping irons. He may well be appearing intimidating but make a friend of him or humor him and he'll charm you through his smile and deep infectious laughter.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing nothing fancy Brunn likes to use leather armor for when out hunting and traveling but for his daily duties a set of rather normal clothes are preferred. Should he nee to defend himself his two handed battle axe - Glamnir - will strike fear in most foes.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 1:28:25 GMT -8
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Post by Brunn on Jan 13, 2019 12:03:57 GMT -8
"Oh would you look at that, such a friendly soul you are..!" Brunn said and leaned forwards carefully pickup up the pipe between his index finger and thumb. Placing the mouth piece between his lips he gently puffed in the pipe trying to adjust the intensity of his huffing being used to a far bigger pipe. Once well adjusted Brunn nods and a smile creeps up his cheeks.
"Oh this is indeed good tobacco..!" he said and pleased taking another puff. "This eclipses the tobacco I'm used to and only once do I remember having tasted better..." Brunn said and briefly frowned. "It was in the presence of a particularly hospitable Grönskog druid..." Brunn admitted reluctantly afraid to give Brunn too many reasons to venture into their territory. "I almost fainted - he smoked some tough manure!" Brunn said and chuckled deciding he could just as well keep it lighthearted now that it had already been said although Brunn was getting increasingly afraid to get the reputation of sending travelers into their death.
"Hire...? Well we have a saying here in Taingaard 'If there is adventure and friendship to be gained, save the gold for the tavern'!" Brunn said as a deep bellowing chuckle resonated through the Mead Hall. "You know what? You seem eager to go places, so how about we call it an early night and prepare for tomorrow? It's so long ago I've really traveled that I can hardly wait!" Brunn said enthusiastically already starting to sort what he had to bring in his head his backpack sure to be well stuffed.
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