Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191101002206

(What kind of helmet does Fjoll wear btw?I don't think you've ever described it other than it covers his face.)

The brother's hand was certainly worse for wear, but the ale in his system had numbed the pain.

Fjoll's growl taunted the brother and he grew much pissed. He held up his fists and yelled at Fjoll. "Come on then you big oaf! You punch my brother and then just stand there like an idiot?! You wanted a fight, let's fight!"

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"A bunch of good for nothings and naive would-be warriors." The barkeep replied. From his tone it was clear that he didn't like the militia much, for he was one of the people that weren't interested in Jarl Harald's war against the snow elves at all. He was just trying to earn his honest keep. He didn't care about some elves hundreds of kilometers away.

Elisiv was on one knee. The poison had made it impossible for her to move around without falling over. It left her nauseous and extremely dizzy. "Damn that bastard..." She muttered to herself.

From what Kal could tell at a distance, Elisiv didn't appear to be in any immediate danger from the poison. To know more she'd need to examine the Shield-Sister closely or examine the poison that Hlenni was using.

Kal caught a glimpse of Hlenni slipping out the back of the tent through the opposite side that he entered a few moments earlier.