STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES
By: Emantsal1A
Chapter 1 – Purple Satin
Farkas entered Jorvaskar and proceeded to walk through the busy dining area toward the stairs that led down to his room in the lower level that served as the sleeping quarters of the resident companions. It was dinner time and everyone not out on a job was busy drinking and stuffing their faces with the wonderful foods Freila always served.
He was tired and hungry. All he wanted to do was get out of his stinking armor and get cleaned up enough to grab something to eat. Then he was going to sleep for a week. Damn draugr and spiders. Gods he hated spiders…
He stopped and was about to reach for a boiled cream tart to tide him over until he could change and wash up, when he noticed everyone had stopped whatever they were doing and was looking at him.
"What?" he asked, picking the pastry up and cramming half of it into his mouth.
"I see our Harbinger has been busy at the forge," Vilkas observed, looking over the new armor Farkas was wearing.
Farkas replied after he swallowed the rest of the tart. "Yea. She gave it to me right before we left last week." He snatched a chicken leg from a platter and turned to continue to his room.
"It's very impressive. And the detail work is exceptional," Athis commented as he reached for another piece of chicken.
"And is that a new sword and shield as well?" Nadia asked.
"And a new bow?" Aela piped in.
"And before anyone asks, new underwear," Farkas offered as he walked away, seemingly unflustered by their attempts to get a rise from him. "Purple satin. Custom made and hand fitted," he called back over his shoulder before descending the stairs.
Around the table the laughter was good natured and finally quieted down as everyone resumed their meal.
"I'd like some new armor," Vilkas mused as he sipped his wine, absent mindedly scratching an itch on the back of his neck. Stupid rough under shirt.