After we camped a few fours away from the skirmish, and got rest, we continued on until we reached Forlaw. It was the city of Wildermoore, where even in the wilds, there is always hope and civilization, or so father said. It was decided that we would count our supplies here, have some drinks, and tell our tales to all that would listen. For today, father deemed be to be able to have a small, small pint of ale. I was almost getting to the point of manhood, at least, I think I am. I'm mature, strong, and did just kill my first orc today. So, I was rather eager to have my first pint of ale, as small as it may be. We arrived at the Inn, father got me a pint of ale, and him and Sigehelm(though his mug was a tad bit smaller) mugs of ale.
"Now son, you have to drink slowly, else you'll end up on the floor vomiting all over, like Sigehelm did when he first tried, don't be like your brother, drink slowly, but not that slowly, and enjoy and be merry." Father smiled, then whispered into my ear, laughing as he pulls away. "Make your father proud." So, I tilted my head at the pint for a moment, almost in an examining manner, then slowly drank the pint of ale, my head jerked back after I was done, I cringed at the cold taste of it, then, I smiled, laughing at my own actions. I laughed and laughed for some minutes until some dirty faces were thrown my way, after that, I was laughing even more. The taste of my first pint of ale is something I will never forget, and how father and Sigehelm laughed, it seemed like we were truly a family, however at that exact moment of family, I furrowed my brows and ceased my laughing. My thoughts were not fixed upon the taste of ale, but rather how mother and Burgwyn would be if they were here, mother of course would be scolding father for letting me have a small pint of ale, where Burgwyn would be laughing at me, while I was laughing. I shaked my head and continued to think about the present, smiling at father and Sigehelm.
"So, how is it, you drank slowly, so I don't think you'll end up vomiting all over the room later on like I did when I first tried ale. You certainly looked like you were going to at the start, but it seems you enjoy it. Look at that, my weak and younger brother has the stomach to like ale, you make me proud already. Perhaps you'll grow up to be like father and I, strong warriors, but then again, maybe not. Only time can tell." Sigehelm snickered at me.
"I-...It was good! I didn't like it at first, but thats probably me being not used to it, after a while, and several slow sips, I started to understand the taste, and it was good. It, it was good. I would have another, but I doubt you would let me, father, or, would you?" I smiled at him, I was hoping he would say yes, but I was also hesitant, as he could get mad, or lecture me, or teach me a lesson that only he could teach in these moments. I was quite wrong with my hopes.
"Hmmm. Oh fine! I cannot deny my favorite son another small pint of ale, which clearly, he enjoys. Now, once again, I only ask of you to drink slowly, nor do you ever enter a drinking competition with your brother, or anyone. Deal? Good. Another small pint of ale for my son here barkeep!" He called over another pint for me, and mugs for him and Sigehelm.
It was then that two men came over, looking about the age of father, asking if they could join and share drinks with us, I slowly drank my pint of ale while father accepted them. I began to fade into my thoughts when they started to speak about our brief skirmish with the orcs that dared to ambush us, I fell into a deep sleep, and awoke to have at least, seven different people around us, all listening to the tale as father spoke. He didn't finish to the end, and instead, paid for the drinks and got us a room, then, we sleep. I didn't have any dreams, but rather just thoughts of the delicious ale I drank today.
