Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191031130830

Hlenni lead Kal back to a large tent with pelts adorning it. He was able to keep just out of her reach as he headed inside the tent flaps.

Kal saw a bit of what was inside in the few seconds that the flaps were open: a few crates, a bed, a table set and more pelts that served as carpets over the grass and dirt.

Fjoll withstood the brother's punch without much trouble. Punching the brutish undead's certainly didn't feel good, but the drunk brother didn't complain as he drew back his fist for another punch. This time he tried to go for an uppercut to Fjoll's chin.

The barkeep handed Lars a mug. He didn't seem bothered by the fight. Bar fights were pretty common, especially with all the new people coming in to join the Jarl's militia.

Jofrodr and Reyl rode into Yorgrim a few days later. As soon as they made it to town, Urlath go off the carriage with his hound. "Well, we're done here. I really do need to get back to my work at the kennel. The chief is likely upset that I was gone so long."

"I'm sure Chief Jaenis didn't mind." Jof muttered.

"We'll see." Urlath retorted. He waved farewell to the Companions for now and headed home.

Jofrodr and Reyl headed towards the stables in the western part of town. When they got there Roaldr was carrying hay to the horse pens.