The Drunken Horseman

"Ah, and thus is your first lesson: A duel is more than a fight- it is entertainment! By having our duel in front of others we bring joy and amazement to their lives for that day! They will have stories to tell of your daring deeds and unique style! Every twirl of your cape, every parry and reposte of the blade, every step, it shalt be ingrained in their memories as the day Birdie Tiller graced their presence! Though, I suppose if you wish to practice your technique before showing off, I shall oblige. After breakfast, prepare yourself for training! It will be a day filled with excitement!"

She noticed Birdie was uninterested. Birdi leaned in close to her face.

"If they are entertained, they will freely give you money. No need for stealing." She said with a smile.

Birdi took another bite of the sausage bit she stole and scratched her chin. She swallowed soon after.


"I see. So you steal because it's thrilling to you? Because you feel alive and not sealed up within your mansion? I don't blame you. I have spent the last 500 years in the forest with my daughter, raising her properly. And she raised her daughter as well. I love them both, but my daughter never had an eye for adventure. She preferred safety. I can't fault her.....on my own adventurers I have come so close to death, I am on a first-name basis with the reaper! And with my grandaughter on her own adventure, I grow bored of home life. I seek adventure! Glory! Legends! There's no bigger rush than staring down a dragon a hundred times your size, not knowing if you can win but willing to give it a try anyway. I've never felt so alive when I am flying for my life from dangerous traps in an ancient tomb guarded by a powerful lich! Thieving never felt right to me. I can have my adventure and do good at the same time! Tis the wonders of being a hero! I feel you would do well as a traveler......At least men would respect you more if you knew how to use your blade."

"Yes, it sounds like a wonderful life....but what happens when you are captured? This city is not too keen on thieves. I wouldn't be surprised if they hang you for pilfering a man's purse."

Birdi continued to grin before shrugging.

"If you say so." She said as she finished the sausage up. "But you're certainly no fighter! But you could be, and then if by some unusual coincidence you happen to be caught, you could fight the fiends off and escape in the most dynamic of fashion!"

"Plans are for those with no sense of adventure! We seek out danger where ever it may be and stare it down with our swords drawn! You wish to have treasure, yes? There are dungeons to explore! Rewards to loot! Ruins to excavate! We need not steal to survive, we hunt our own adventure and take it by the reigns!" Birdi boasted, swirling her sword in the air dramatically.

"Hm....." Birdi said as she got uncomfortably close to the torn collar. She snapped her fingers.


"I know a thing or two about sewing! Perhaps if we can find a stitching kit I could repair your close- nay, improve them with pixie magic! I assume you would love enchanted clothing, yes? Something to make yourself irresistible, even to the ladies?"

"Of course! I'll admit it has been a while since I enchanted equipment, but it's something you never forget!" She said as she floated into the air. She pointed to the door triumphantly.


"Very well, then! We shall repair your clothing and begin our adventure! To the clothing store to go shopping!"

Tania entered the Tavern Birdie hopefully following right behind her. She would turn to face Birdie, with very judgmental look would glare at Birdie.

The Ranger said nothing and continued to give Birdie a judgemental stare as if she were waiting for Birdie to do or say something specific. The thousand yard stare with judgemental amunition would make even Jorech's shell falter before it.