He groaned while stretching, a smile upon his lips while looking around. Even if this place has piss poor ale, its people are inhabited by half wits for the most part... Its last is truly beautiful. He ran a hand across his chest, feeling the outlining of the stitching that ran from his left breast and stopping just to his right.
It had been a rather rough adventure coming to Bree-land, already being thrust into not one, but three skirmishes just within the walls of Bree. A rather large, bear of a man threatening a woman. Eskleth smiled, thinking back to the event.
It had been his first time in Bree, as he had staggered into the pony still weary from the road. Already, there was a great man sitting and having pointed words with a woman. The Dale-man carefully made his way to the counter top and ordered two stouts, quickly placing his coins upon the rough, worn wooden slab that acted as a counter top.
The Inn had become silent after a sudden roar of laughter from the Great man, who seemed now to be threatening this woman. Eskleth loosed a soft sigh, reaching into his pack that was roughly slung across his shoulders and retrieving a small brown pouch. A pungent, musty aroma seemed to resonate from the mushrooms within the pouch, still dry and crunchy before they were placed in the other stout that Barliman had set upon the counter.
Slowly, he made his way across the main room and over to the three people. What seemed to be a man from the Easternlands, a small redheaded lass, undoubtedly from Bree and this man before him. Sluggish, slow and seemingly half witted.
"To new lands, and new friends!" Eskleth laughed and shoved the laced tankard towards the man and chugged his own. It wasn't long before the man tilted up the gifted tankard and swiftly downed its contents. Tossing it aside and standing to move closer to this woman, but only finding himself sprawled to the floor.
Eskleth chuckled, bringing himself back into reality. Leaning up to pick a fresh, green apple straight from the tree. This land was indeed wondrous, rolling green hills and great forests. It some ways, it reminded him of his home and made him dream of the days he spent running around Hafsloekr as child.
A crisp snap sounded from the apple as Eskleth's teeth sunk in and removed a large chunk from the apple, raising it appreciatively towards the sky with a smile. "I will bring honor to you, my father. Where ever you may be."
