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Ealasaide · 01-18-2004, 02:37 PM

Ragnar

Ragnar arrived back at the inn in late morning, tired, dusty, and thoroughly out of sorts. When he had left the inn the afternoon before, he had thought he was going to a meeting across town with one of his associates and would be back well before the dinner hour. Instead, he had ended up riding half the night, getting his head chewed off by his boss, and missing dinner completely. Not having slept at all, he was not only ravenous, but exhausted as well.

Once again leaving his horse at the blacksmith's shop, he walked back to the inn in a foul temper. He could see Olav across the way in the charred ruin of the stables, apparently working with the others at clearing the spot for rebuilding. The sight of him did nothing to improve Ragnar's spirits. In fact, it was largely Olav's fault that Ragnar had had the night that he did. Quitting to become a carpenter. Ragnar gritted his teeth. His cousin had about as much sense as the backend of a horse.

But, the sight of Olav also reminded Ragnar of Sigrid, the fetching little blonde with the dog who didn't like him. She probably didn't like him much either, he thought to himself, not after last night, anyway. Ladies, even laundresses, never appreciated being invited for dinner only to be left hanging when the gentleman didn't show up. He would have to think of a way to make it up to her. In the meantime, he intended to get something to eat.

Entering the common room, Ragnar paused at the door and looked around. Instantly, he noticed the newcomer sitting off to himself on the side of the room, sipping a cup of coffee. Black-haired and black-eyed, the fellow made a rather ostentatious show of wealth that instantly caught Ragnar's eye. Rings on every finger. Not one, but two very fat purses at his side. Ragnar's eyes narrowed slightly. The fellow would definitely bear watching. He moved to a table opposite the newcomer and sat down, flagging one of the serving girls as he did. But first things first. He ordered a huge breakfast.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 3:38 PM January 18, 2004: Message edited by: Ealasaide ]

01-18-2004, 02:37 PM	#5
Ealasaide Shadow of Tyrn Gorthad Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: The Fencing Lyst Posts: 810	Ragnar Ragnar arrived back at the inn in late morning, tired, dusty, and thoroughly out of sorts. When he had left the inn the afternoon before, he had thought he was going to a meeting across town with one of his associates and would be back well before the dinner hour. Instead, he had ended up riding half the night, getting his head chewed off by his boss, and missing dinner completely. Not having slept at all, he was not only ravenous, but exhausted as well. Once again leaving his horse at the blacksmith's shop, he walked back to the inn in a foul temper. He could see Olav across the way in the charred ruin of the stables, apparently working with the others at clearing the spot for rebuilding. The sight of him did nothing to improve Ragnar's spirits. In fact, it was largely Olav's fault that Ragnar had had the night that he did. Quitting to become a carpenter. Ragnar gritted his teeth. His cousin had about as much sense as the backend of a horse. But, the sight of Olav also reminded Ragnar of Sigrid, the fetching little blonde with the dog who didn't like him. She probably didn't like him much either, he thought to himself, not after last night, anyway. Ladies, even laundresses, never appreciated being invited for dinner only to be left hanging when the gentleman didn't show up. He would have to think of a way to make it up to her. In the meantime, he intended to get something to eat. Entering the common room, Ragnar paused at the door and looked around. Instantly, he noticed the newcomer sitting off to himself on the side of the room, sipping a cup of coffee. Black-haired and black-eyed, the fellow made a rather ostentatious show of wealth that instantly caught Ragnar's eye. Rings on every finger. Not one, but two very fat purses at his side. Ragnar's eyes narrowed slightly. The fellow would definitely bear watching. He moved to a table opposite the newcomer and sat down, flagging one of the serving girls as he did. But first things first. He ordered a huge breakfast. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 3:38 PM January 18, 2004: Message edited by: Ealasaide ]