Carl overheard Hal and Gaddy talking about the Ranger. ‘Come on, you two,’ he said, sitting down next to Gaddy, ‘let’s go stand him a pint and find out about him. He looks like a regular sort of guy, despite the Elvish cape and the sword at his side.’ Carl nudged Gaddy in the ribs. ‘Besides, you look like someone who needs their mind taken off someone else.’
He saw Gaddy glance at Hal, then look calf-eyed toward Daisy, sitting at the other end of the long table. ‘Thank the stars, I’ve got my trapping, and hunting, and tramping about the woods to fill my time.’ He thought to himself, as Gaddy slumped in his chair, distracted. ‘This man and woman thing is too slippery for me to get my mind around.’
Olo had just finished talking with a few of the other companions, when Carl approached him, saying, ‘Thirsty work, all that talking.’ He handed the Ranger a tankard of ale, and was rewarded with a nod of the head and a hearty, ‘Thanks!’
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