BrdNylund

all scattered near a large wood stove in the center of the main room. There we stairs leading up, to a second story and behind the large oak bar, stood a great man in both height and waist. I asked him for two loaves of bread, 3 bottles of what ever strongest drink they carried, and I room to myself for the night. The man glared down at me with grey eyes. "...and I'd think a little guy lik e you couldn't drink so much in a night, how about some wine in stead." The man said with a gruffly voice. Reaching into Kara's bag I pulled 3 large golden coins from it, and placed them on the table. Biting one of them the man gave a nearly toothless smile

I came staggering in the door, blood dripping from the open wound on my right shoulder. I had tied it off with a piece of my shirt, that was already riddled with slash and stab marks outlined by blood. "You've go to stop with these duels!" Kara spoke with a cretin stern yet soft tone in her voice. She sat me down at the small round wooden table next to the fireplace. "Next it wont be just your shoulder!" "I'll win one day. I know I will. I just need to keep trying!" My voice was starting to fill with an, all to familiar, arrogant pride. Her green and brown speckled eyes looked angry at first, but they brightened as she spoke. "Why is beat