distant, the wind howls
[ beau ]
07-07-2022, 06:51 PM
"Ye got a few of them?" Torben tried to say this clearly, aware his Northern accent got in the way. He looked curiously at the medallions before reaching into the chest. He managed to drag out a bottle of whiskey, his wolf mind knowing it was a drink of some recreational nature. It smelt aged. Placing it on the ground the right way up, he peered back inside. "What are they?" he asked Beauregard, prodding the medallions with one massive paw "what ye call them?" If the boy didn't have a name for them, what did he call them then? "I'll take this" he added, giving a nod to the whiskey "it, ah, ain't really... I want to make sure it's safe to drink." He almost said Beauregard shouldn't have it - Due to his age. Torben didn't want the lad to think he looked down on him. But Torben didn't want the lad to become intoxicated on his watch. "I know some healers who can identify it." |
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