A large man of the Eglain walks into the Pracning Pony with swords strapped to his hips. He looks around quickly but the room is full and the only open chair is across from me. He smiles at me as he walks up pulling his swords off his hips.
"Can I share your table?" the man asks.
"Of course," I say gesturing to the other chair "I'd be happy for the company. My name is Owen Oaks."
"I'm Deornyd," the man says setting his swords beside the table. "I wasn't expecting so many people here tonight."
"It's pay day for the guards. They always pack in here and make it a night of hard work for Butterbur."
"I bet he enjoys the money."
"I have to wonder if it's worth it," I say "he swears constantly on days like this."
Deornyd looks around to the rowdy crowd and hears a glass breaking, "I think he has every right to swear at this crowd."
"You don't hear it most of the time with all the noise."
"Well I'm celebrating so I'm all for lots of sound and good cheer."
"What are you celebrating?" I ask.
"I got a new sword with the help of a traveler," Deornyd touchs the more primitive weapon.
"It doesn't look like it was made by men."
"The adventurer stole it from one of the Gauradan from me. It was nice to get a good sword and she killed a bunch of wild men."
"Always good to complete two jobs at once," I say.
"She did it twice. The first time she helped me retrieve my sister's sword. I was ambushed by something I was later told was a Gauradan. Altti, one of the Lossoth trappers, rescued me but my sister's sword was ripped off my belt."
"That's remarkably lucky. It seems like a bad idea to be hunting in the area overrun with violent wild men."
"I didn't ask why he was hunting there," Deornyd says. "I was just happy he was around to help."
"I'll drink to a timely rescue."
"I'm happy drinking to anything."