Are
As massively interesting as a handful of dried apples and day old loaf of gritty bread was for the cobbler, he couldn't help but overhearing the heated conversation going on but a rocks throw away. Such a peculiar collection of people squabbling over matters that made little sense to Are, yet he had to hold his tongue from getting him into any trouble as he heard one he owed his life to get her name dragged through the mud by another friend.
"You keep to stories and books, skald! Let the warriors keep to theirs!" Are half shouted through a mouthful of bread from his post. "I mean..." he quickly added, stammering and swallowing hard, hoping the hornets nest he might've kicked leave hum unstung. "Sorry... Don't listen to this fool..." he muttered loudly, trying to dismiss what attention he had attracted.
"You keep to stories and books, skald! Let the warriors keep to theirs!" Are half shouted through a mouthful of bread from his post. "I mean..." he quickly added, stammering and swallowing hard, hoping the hornets nest he might've kicked leave hum unstung. "Sorry... Don't listen to this fool..." he muttered loudly, trying to dismiss what attention he had attracted.
