Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150409160545/@comment-24736819-20150416172621

As the sun tose to the skies, announcing a new day, both Tormund and Balin woke. Father and son gathered their things and climbed downstairs or breakfast, they would be traveling to the village where The Halberd was anchored and needed sustenance to do so.

"So, I've heard you recruited yourself a cook last night, huh? I guess we'll test him tomorrow when we sail!", Tormund gave his son a violent tap on the back.

"Indeed, father! You'll see how superior he is to old Grandjean Argent!", Balin mocked as a waitress approached to serve them.

"I heard that our friends from Jehanna arrived in the Capital this morning, father. Should we show some courtesy and meet them?", the gigantic breton added.

"We shall, but not before feasting on our delicious breakfast, my son... And here it comes! Ha! Marvelous!"