I must run, but first, a drink!
Dag
08-11-2019, 02:40 PM
"For you?" He said, giving her a roguish smile despite the fact that she couldn't see it. "Your first taste is free. Honest. Viking's promise." It was true that their honor held its own form of currency. A promise from a viking was as good as the deed itself done. He was always looking to drink with pleasant company, particularly if that company was a pretty woman. She was refined in a very peculiar way - it piqued his interest. Vaguely, the way she carried herself reminded him of a black and white princess that he had a chance scuffle with on the beach. It was an unspoken air of superiority that turned him on. He liked a woman that seemed like they could destroy him with a look. "Here, try this. It's a got a deep, complex flavor." He brought forth a medium-sized gourd that was still almost full with a rich red wine. It wasn't as popular as his other brews due to its unique flavor, but he was quite fond of it himself. Dag had a feeling she would appreciate it. The smell was enticing enough that she would be able to find it on her own without any further guidance. "dagfinn bellows!" |