To The Blacksmith
Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 3:55 pm
It was not often that the little Lady Vara Tassnehof was served a helping of humble pie, not often that she could manage to swallow her pride. This, however, was one such rare instance.
The second time she'd ventured out beyond the inn, the first time she'd dared to venture out and into Myrken Town on her own.
"Ser Dwarf?" she called, upon reaching the establishment. A correction followed, for she knew full-well his name. "Ser Razmig?" called now as she crossed the threshold for a second time in as many weeks.
The second time she'd ventured out beyond the inn, the first time she'd dared to venture out and into Myrken Town on her own.
"Ser Dwarf?" she called, upon reaching the establishment. A correction followed, for she knew full-well his name. "Ser Razmig?" called now as she crossed the threshold for a second time in as many weeks.