Sentinel
"Yes! I'm talking to you, you maggot! Think your a man with that toothpick on your belt?!" A large man with a large gut yells over at you. You've tried hard to keep your head down in the inns and taverns that you've traveled to, but as a youngster it was hard to escape notice.
The tavern air is thick with smoke. A fire burns over in the corner fireplace. The smell is a mixture of roasted lamb and body odor and it fills your nostrils.
You turn and look directly at the man who had obviously had one too many pints of ale tonight. There is a definite rage in his eyes. He's out to prove something.
The tavern air is thick with smoke. A fire burns over in the corner fireplace. The smell is a mixture of roasted lamb and body odor and it fills your nostrils.
You turn and look directly at the man who had obviously had one too many pints of ale tonight. There is a definite rage in his eyes. He's out to prove something.