Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191201183312

Elisiv looked over at the two new arrivals at Relan's shop. She had seen them among the Jarl's army on the journey downriver from Drakefell, but had never interacted with them before. These ones are a part of Ivar's militia, but they more skilled than the common riff-raff that volunteered for the Jarl's army. She noted.

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"They'll have plenty of time to sleep off all that alcohol." Jof said. "Even if we do leave tomorrow the journey to Mereth will be on foot, so it will be a while before we see real combat."

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"Oh." The militiaman that wasn't busy throwing up spotted them. "Mister Lars, sir. I didn't expect to see you here. I would stay back if I was you, my friend here has spilled his guts all over the pavement."

After a pause, the man added. "Please don't tell the guard, sir. Skeld here is just feeling a bit under the weather. He doesn't need to spend the night in a cell, right? I'll take him back to camp as soon as he's done barfing."