A Broad and a Broadsword cont.

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Winter 54, 513 AV Tourmal woke up once again to a normal day. The night before after finishing his clients blade, he ventured back to the Rearing Stallion. While there the drykas man scoured the place for a woman he to join him that night. Unfortunately he found none. It wasn't that there were no beautiful lasses. No, in fact the pickings were ripe. The only issue was that he had attempted to bed many of them before. A few were successful, others were not. Tourmal had a problem keeping track with who he had already been with and an even worse time with who he had tried to get with. By sheer numbers alone he had probably tried to bed every single lass in town. Which slowly lowered his standards to younger women. Often hitting on late teenagers, and sometimes even to slightly older women in their forties. This night was no exception he had hit on every single woman in the bar before and even some of the married ones. Not without receiving a black eye or two. The man was bad his time was coming to an end. He would have to surrender the game and help someone new out. Well... It was that or he could always move somewhere else. But where. Anyways last night was normal just as the night before only this time he had not been sucker punched by some bloke, who's wife he had mistakenly hit on. Needless to say he easily woke up on time and didn't have the least of a hangover. Mainly because he needed to make something he hadn't before. A basket hilt.