Give a lesson? That didn’t sound like a bad idea, he rather liked being able to pass on teachings, it was such a good idea that Kreig felt warm in his drunken stupor. Part of him felt a sense of insult though, did this fellow not realize the fun of a good and proper fist fight? He would have shaken the chair under him in outrage at such a fact if he weren’t feeling so sleepy. Now that everything he felt was about done and over, well, save for the ongoing mayhem that was slowly being culled by Merv.
‘ I hope ta be tough like him when I’m all old an’ shyke’ Kreig mused and let out a little giggle, with his lifestyle he wasn’t sure if he would reach old age, with what he put himself through he’d likely be dreading old age very much in fact.
“Ya know, if ya really wanna lesson’, ya could come ta Tall Johnny’s an’ ask fer me. One of the best in Sunberth if’n ya don’t mind me sayin’ so” He slurred, letting out a yawn a s he closes his eyes “An… an I ain’t bad with a sword, coulda trim that thing ya call hiar at least” And that wasn’t untrue he felt, granted the difference between his skills with his fists far outweigh that of his blade, but that didn’t mean he was terrible with the longsword after all. He could sure give this blue tall fella a run for it.
His thoughts soon turned to nothing, sleep blanking his mind as he rested on the chair. Memories of tonight would be forgotten, so too would he forget the face of the Akalak he fought beside, only to be replaced with a painful migraine when he woke as if an axe were spitting him into two.
It was just another night in Sunberth.
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‘ I hope ta be tough like him when I’m all old an’ shyke’ Kreig mused and let out a little giggle, with his lifestyle he wasn’t sure if he would reach old age, with what he put himself through he’d likely be dreading old age very much in fact.
“Ya know, if ya really wanna lesson’, ya could come ta Tall Johnny’s an’ ask fer me. One of the best in Sunberth if’n ya don’t mind me sayin’ so” He slurred, letting out a yawn a s he closes his eyes “An… an I ain’t bad with a sword, coulda trim that thing ya call hiar at least” And that wasn’t untrue he felt, granted the difference between his skills with his fists far outweigh that of his blade, but that didn’t mean he was terrible with the longsword after all. He could sure give this blue tall fella a run for it.
His thoughts soon turned to nothing, sleep blanking his mind as he rested on the chair. Memories of tonight would be forgotten, so too would he forget the face of the Akalak he fought beside, only to be replaced with a painful migraine when he woke as if an axe were spitting him into two.
It was just another night in Sunberth.
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