"Then he spouts something absolutely ridiculous about fighting close, I mean if the man wasn't lame he was as dumb as a skile".
The raucous laughter fills the tavern as Rumi hunches over and drinks his wine out of the horn at the bar, alone.
"You should eat something".
A soft voice says from behind, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Mmm hmm" he hums softly while giving the wall a longing gaze.
"Who's the kid"?
The question makes Rumi smirk, the words said by the young man in question echoing in his mind, making him clench his jaw.
"You heard them... just another lame who got killed in a beast tide".
Lafna rolls her dark eyes, while leaning her tall body against the bar.
The loose brown shirt and tight leather pants give her ease of movement, and the long sword at her hip has a thin silver wand next to it.
Her long black hair is tied in a ponytail, strands fall as she gazes at the side of Rumis face.
