Thanks for reviewing Skull-Sama! I really appreciate it, I was wondering if people liked Aviene or if they just thought she was trying to hard to be funny. Hey could people please tell me if they like or dislike Avy (That's what I call her) that would be great! Also, this chapter way way out of the blue. I won't normally do stuff like this. Gavin Dunne wrote the song, it's called 'Nord Mead' (I made it more Dragon-Agey) look it up on Youtube why don't you?
As it turned, the mercenary actually had about twenty sovereigns in his pocket. So, what do you do with twenty sovereigns and thirteen hours of free time? Drink, of course! And that's exactly what Aviene and Co. did. Bethany was surprised to learn that Athenril was actually quite the alcoholic, and was familiar with almost of the drinks in the tavern and what they tasted like.
"It's really boring here. Nobody's stumbling around and you can actually hear the music. This isn't like The Hanged Man at all." Aviene groaned, quite disappointed at the lack of action. The tavern was quite drab, after all. There was just no merriment happening. Suddenly, Aviene had a brilliant idea and jumped on the table, motioning for Bethany to come up next to her. Aviene leaned over and whispered to Bethany her plan, and Bethany nodded and grinned.
"Ready Beth?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"Okay." Aviene shouted over to the musicians, "Play Fereldan Mead!" Upbeat music started to fill the tavern and many patrons looked very confused.
"We're merry men of F'relden, so sturdy and so stout, when the day is done and it's time for fun we'll drink and sing and shout!" It's a good thing Aviene and Bethany had very loud voices, because a lot of people were cheering. Zevran joined in.
"You weak livered milk drinkers! Gonna let your throats run dry? 'Cuz with just one drink then we will sing until the day we die! Drinkin' mead in the halls of Den'rim! The maidens and the men! We swig our brew until we spew then we fill our mugs again!" More people jumped on tables and began to sing, spilling ale and beer everywhere and making some of the waitresses slip and fall. Pandemonium broke out as people shouted the words,
"You can keep your filthy Agreggio, it makes our bellies bleed," people hushed, letting Aviene, Bethany, and Zevran have a trio. "'Cuz when we raise our flagon to another dead dragon there is just one thing we need, Ferelden Mead!" Athenril rolled her eyes as a huge toast erupted and Aviene started belting out a solo.
"Ferelden Mead! Chug a mud of mead, chug a mug of mead, chug a mug of mead 'til you fall down! Chug a mug of mead, warrior! Bethany and Zevran joined back in now
"After the long hard days of hunting and of war, our throats are tired and thirsty and our bodies drenched in gore, but we won't waste our evenings feeling tired and feeling spent, we perk right up when we breathe in that wholesome honey scent!" To Aviene's surprise Athenril sighed and jumped onto the table with them to sing, but she didn't get to. The bartender had had quite enough of all of the craziness and ran over to their table. With one word, "Out!" a few people arrived out of nowhere and literally threw them out of the doors. Aviene grunted.
"So, anyone up for going to The Hanged Man instead?"