Gryphons in Greenden
You pack up your things and head downstairs to the tavern. Sitting in a corner booth so that you can see the whole tavern, you order breakfast. You decide that you can take a more leisurely day of travel so that Erric can recover.
You've been eating an excellent breakfast of fragrant pork sausage and bread when Erric comes down the stairs, tunic unlaced and rumpled, boots untied, breeches rolled up, and his leather shirt thrown over one shoulder. He collapses into a chair across from you and puts his head in his hands, groaning. You make no noise of sympathy and gradually your hard-living friend raises his head, grinning.
"I'm ready to go when you are, Mychael."
A pitcher of water and plate of bread arrive at the table and you point to them. "That's for you."
Erric grins and stuffs a piece of bread into his mouth. "Thank you, mother," he mock-sneers around the mouthful.
"Someone has to do it," you reply sarcastically, shaking your head. Erric is the finest swordsman and warrior Ferriers has seen in twenty generations, but you wonder sometimes where he would be without his friends to save him from himself.
At length, you're both ready to go.
(Have you visited the smith yet?)
You've been eating an excellent breakfast of fragrant pork sausage and bread when Erric comes down the stairs, tunic unlaced and rumpled, boots untied, breeches rolled up, and his leather shirt thrown over one shoulder. He collapses into a chair across from you and puts his head in his hands, groaning. You make no noise of sympathy and gradually your hard-living friend raises his head, grinning.
"I'm ready to go when you are, Mychael."
A pitcher of water and plate of bread arrive at the table and you point to them. "That's for you."
Erric grins and stuffs a piece of bread into his mouth. "Thank you, mother," he mock-sneers around the mouthful.
"Someone has to do it," you reply sarcastically, shaking your head. Erric is the finest swordsman and warrior Ferriers has seen in twenty generations, but you wonder sometimes where he would be without his friends to save him from himself.
At length, you're both ready to go.
(Have you visited the smith yet?)