Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Feb 24, 2014 2:44:59 GMT
Ainvar lumbers into his private chambers, removing his belt and stripping his maille off of his body, hanging it and his helm on their respective stands. Takins his tunic off and setting it aside for cleaning in the morning, he slides a fresh one over his scarred body, belting it to his waist.
Today was a failure in the warrior's eyes. A beastman raid was successful, complete with the kidnapping of a young girl from the city. Ainvar settles into a desk by the roaring hearth, preparing a fresh pack into his pipe. Igniting it and creating a stable ember, Ainvar leans back in his pillowed chair, staring at the blank sheet of parchment on the desk. after a moment's contemplation he picks up a quil and begins writing a letter meant to be sent west.
Today was a failure in the warrior's eyes. A beastman raid was successful, complete with the kidnapping of a young girl from the city. Ainvar settles into a desk by the roaring hearth, preparing a fresh pack into his pipe. Igniting it and creating a stable ember, Ainvar leans back in his pillowed chair, staring at the blank sheet of parchment on the desk. after a moment's contemplation he picks up a quil and begins writing a letter meant to be sent west.