Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191030111718

Hlenni jumped back, avoiding her attack. He could've thrown his knife at her, but didn't want to lose his last weapon unless he could be sure that it would make a killing blow. Instead he tried to go around one of the tents to get away from Kal.

Being inebriated, the man wouldn't be able to react to the attack even if he was fast enough to dodge the blow...which he wasn't. The patron was hit straight in the jaw and was knocked off his seat. He landed ass-first onto the ground and slumped over. He wasn't knocked unconscious, but he couldn't get up on accounting of being quite drunk.

"That's my brother! You stinky bastard, you'll pay for that! If you want a fight then fight someone that can fight back!" One of the patrons got up after Fjoll punched the other man. He drunkenly lunged over to Fjoll, trying to punch the large warrior.

A few of the patrons began to cheer. Atmorans were quite fond of fist fights, especially after a few drinks. Though Fjoll punching an unprepared man was seen as unsportsmanly so the people were cheering for the brother.

Before long the two arrived back down the hill where Urlath was waiting with the hound.

"Looks like you took care of it." The Nede noted.

"Yeah, we got 'em. Help us load the supplies into the carriage. You and the mutt can ride on the back while we return to Yorgrim." Jof said.

The Nede nodded and helped the Companions put their food and camping supplies onto the cart before climbing on with Dorkas. They rode back to Yorgrim.

(Timeskip to Yorgrim?)