Bearn

Woke wi' a shock today. Dursn't know where I am fer a moment. Then i remember, that inn out past Bree... a wedding... some crates of wine... lass with titties as big as m'head and a basket o'ducks... and Aefenwine with a face like a hungry dog.

i got m'coin all stolen in that Pony. All done afore my eyes an' all... so I aint complainin'... done well too, it was. Olver, Wolt and that Rose lass, they cleaned me out proper. Heh. still, Olvar kept buying the ale... so I reckon I drank more coin than i actually lost. An' he bought me a room too. So... in truth, I won! I wager they wished they'd worked on a lass with more coin, though. I suppose I played cos i was bored, interestin' to see what tricks they were using.

Gytha and me saw Bearn again. He's thrown off them cooks clothes and looks like a proper man. His woman should be pleased. He put aside all the 'yes musses, no musses' and told us a proper tale that befits a man, about fighting the great wolves that terrorise the edges of the Mearc. How he got them scars... showed us a tooth that he cut out of the jaws of one of 'em... full as long as my hand it was. Made me miss home even more. I gave him the chair by the fire, the honour-seat, closest to the hearth. Felt better than i have since getting to this place, with a warrior in the proper seat.

Heh... that went better 'n I thought... got the sausages out of the kitchen in that Pony, even though that woman said I was stealin'. Should have seen her face when I ate the evidence. Stupid wealas. Ate 'em and STILL got a free dinner. Not sure what to make of the gift-giver though. All burnt up she is, as brown as a muddy river. Says she's not from the South, but everyone knows they lives too close to the sun and gets a roasting.