Shepherds and Trolls

Off-duty Mess


-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= This is the place where off duty soldiers and sailors can relax and eat. There is a small cookfire and hearth and a few tables set up nearby. On one wall is a dart board, and on a small table in the corner there is a chess set. Someone has left a pile of parchment with sketches of his fellow knights on another table. This is a comfortable, casual room. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


You can go: Out to the Northern Stairwell <S>

Contents: Hearth <LIT>.

Haft sits at a table with a mug of cider beside him and a book open before him.  He leans his chin on one hand.

Lanisen pauses just outside the doorway to check who’s in the mess, and how crowded it is. His eyes settle on Haft, and he rubs his elbow and hangs back for a second before he slips through the door and to an unoccupied table.

Haft glances up from his book, which doesn’t seem to be very engrossing.  An expression of mild surprise crosses his face before he returns to it.

Megren skips in a little while later, a handful of cubes in hand. She plunks them down on Lanisen’s table. “Want something to drink?”

Lanisen looks relieved as she joins him, but still very much like he feels out of place. His eyes skitter across the room. “Um. No, no, I’m fine. Thanks.”

Haft turns a page.

Megren says, “Well, I’m going to get something.”

Lanisen says, “All right, yeah.”

Megren swings past Haft’s table on the way. “Mug looks a little low there, grandpa, need someone to refill it?”

Haft looks up.  “You offering?”

Megren says, “Course.”

Haft says, “Then yes I need someone to refill it.”

Megren grins, and picks up his mug.

Lanisen folds his arms on the table and hunches over them.

Megren swings back and sets Haft’s mug back on the table for him. “There you are guardsman.”

Haft says, “Thank you kindly, Squire.”

Megren asks, “Reading something good?”

Haft says, “Some uninspired poems about shepherds and trolls.”

Megren says, “Sounds like a good evening.”

Lanisen picks at a splinter sticking out of the wooden tabletop, stealing glances around the room from time to time.

Haft grimaces.  “Not really.  I was looking for something I read a long time ago.  Can’t find it.  Wading through drivel.”

Megren hmms. “Well, good luck, I suppose. It’s games for Lanisen and me.”

Haft says, “Oh.”  He lowers his voice.  “Wondered what got his nerve up to come in here.””

Megren makes a face at him and heads off in Lanisen’s direction, calling over her shoulder, “Enjoy your book.”

Haft calls back, “Enjoy your game.”

Megren exclaims, “We will!”


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