3th Day of Spring, 514 AV.
21th Bell
21th Bell
Playing his mandolin in the middle of a tavern, the brown eyed Human sang and danced as he moved; how he managed to play even though he was loaded drunk was something that no one knew, or cared for that matter. “Alright lads, you better follow me!”
"I woke up in the morning
And I felt a dire fear,
So I sailed away this dreary day
And drank a pint of Beer!
Hoist the sails and trim the lines
For we sail to shores so dear,
Let us drink sing and dance
And fill this room with cheer!"
The night was turning great, at least for the young bard; what began as an annoying day, rapidly became something interesting, and then something incredibly fun. After having a “word” with a group of Svefra in the Kulk, they got kicked out, as simple as that. But still, the night was young, so why stop there? So he invited the drunken sailors to the Blue Bull; another tavern, to arrange everything for once and for all.
Stefan liked to think that they expected another fight, but now, instead of that, there was a spree going on the tavern. It took some honeyed words and the promise of a good tip for it, and it became true in question of minutes. Ten gold mizas per costumer (including Stefan itself) to bring the best liquor and allow the band to play whatever they wanted. It took a while to convince the owners, but with the help of the already drunk patrons, it seemed like an amazing idea.
“Heh, who would think that this night would become so interesting?” said Stefan with a slurred, drunken voice, and a wide grin “Come on, lads! Let’s see what we can do! The night’s young, I am right?” he continued to sing and dance, waiting for the pod to come. They would get a happy little surprise.