Drinking

A few weeks went by before Eofeole had marched into combe at his usual quick pace, his shield upon his back securing his two spears. The sun was setting and had treaded into the Combe & Wattle, thirsty. The air in the tavern was thick with smoke but there was little folk inside at that time. Eofeole walked up to the counter and spoke to the Tavern keep.

The cloud of black was lifted from her eyes as she groaned and rubbed her forehead, a terrible headache pumping pain into her skull as she remembered what had happened last night. She had been out drinking with a woman called "Sefa", and after spotting her sister, persuaded her to join the fun until they all had enough.