Awakening in a pool of what appears to be his own vomit Hamish heaves himself up from the floor of the Ogre's head Tavern. "What day be it?" he asks a nearby barmaid.
"The 12th since you slapped your money on the bar and started trying to kill yourself with beer and wine," she saucily replies.
"Well that didnae work now did it, lass?" Hamish rumbles.
"Well enough of feelin' sorry for yerself, Hamish. Ye couldnae save them all and the King knew what he was doin' when he ordered the retreat," he mumbles blearily. "As little as you like it ye havetae follow your chief's orders. I think that is what me Da would say," he says more brightly to the confused barmaid. "Along with some arse kickin' for good measure."
"Well there's nothin' for it but to go back into the Breach and see what we can do about some arse kickin' for this Karavale lass." Hamish's mood appears to be improving even more.
With that Hamish strides forth from the Ogre's Head to gather his gear and join up with his friends for the return to Parson's Breach.
"The 12th since you slapped your money on the bar and started trying to kill yourself with beer and wine," she saucily replies.
"Well that didnae work now did it, lass?" Hamish rumbles.
"Well enough of feelin' sorry for yerself, Hamish. Ye couldnae save them all and the King knew what he was doin' when he ordered the retreat," he mumbles blearily. "As little as you like it ye havetae follow your chief's orders. I think that is what me Da would say," he says more brightly to the confused barmaid. "Along with some arse kickin' for good measure."
"Well there's nothin' for it but to go back into the Breach and see what we can do about some arse kickin' for this Karavale lass." Hamish's mood appears to be improving even more.
With that Hamish strides forth from the Ogre's Head to gather his gear and join up with his friends for the return to Parson's Breach.
