Are
The pounding refused to subside, no amount of tea was going to fix that. No matter how bitter and mouth puckering it couldn't hope to more than take the edge of it. All the while leaving the tongue like a chewed on sole that had seen far too many miles. No, desperate times required desperate measures, and he could at least make good on a promise while self medicating.
"One, uh... Pint?" he said as he leaned on the bar and eyed the dimly lit, trying to see through another shower of sparks his brain decided would liven up the scene. "Make that two." he added as his eyes fell on the one he'd been looking for to and from ever since his little blunder at the spire. A deep sigh followed by a flat smile and a nod to the barkeep, hoping the payment could be done in re-solings.
Another sigh, one of relief as all he got back was a nod and a reassurance he couldn't hear through the murmur and the sound blood rushing through his ears. Making his way between tables and people he caught a fast whiff of what he'd bought and grimaced, nothing like the mead he remembered from home. Not that he'd ever had it more than once.
"Heill." he said as he slid down on a stool opposite the bard. Are's voice missing the welcoming warmth so often accompanying his regular greeting. He offered Jigano a stiff smile and pushed one of the tankards his way, a feeble excuse of a peace offering. "I am sorry. It was not my place to speak, and the disrespect, towards someone I owe so much, I am ashamed of." he apologized as delicately as his rugged dialect and limited words allowed him to.
"Would you find it in your heart to forgive a fool?"
"One, uh... Pint?" he said as he leaned on the bar and eyed the dimly lit, trying to see through another shower of sparks his brain decided would liven up the scene. "Make that two." he added as his eyes fell on the one he'd been looking for to and from ever since his little blunder at the spire. A deep sigh followed by a flat smile and a nod to the barkeep, hoping the payment could be done in re-solings.
Another sigh, one of relief as all he got back was a nod and a reassurance he couldn't hear through the murmur and the sound blood rushing through his ears. Making his way between tables and people he caught a fast whiff of what he'd bought and grimaced, nothing like the mead he remembered from home. Not that he'd ever had it more than once.
"Heill." he said as he slid down on a stool opposite the bard. Are's voice missing the welcoming warmth so often accompanying his regular greeting. He offered Jigano a stiff smile and pushed one of the tankards his way, a feeble excuse of a peace offering. "I am sorry. It was not my place to speak, and the disrespect, towards someone I owe so much, I am ashamed of." he apologized as delicately as his rugged dialect and limited words allowed him to.
"Would you find it in your heart to forgive a fool?"
