The Bard of Cairnfield Pt2
Brynoff opens his eyes and is welcomed by a head splitting hangover. He looks around to find he is not in a cave, luckily, and that it is his home. Also that there is a nude Satyros is beside him holding onto his arm. Grumbling, he pulls himself out of her grasp and gets off the bed. “Great, now I am most likely her husband.” he mumbles to himself as he walks out of the bedroom, and into the rest of the house. It is a smaller house compared to the rest in Cairnfield. It only had two rooms, the bedroom and the entryway, with a small fireplace and a short table in the center. He walks to the water basin near the entrance and splashes water in his face. “Alright, let’s try to remember what happened last night. I talked to her, drank with her,…
The Bard of Cairnfield
An older gentleman, nearing his 40th year, walks down the road, a lute strapped to his back, and a Rapier and Clamshell dagger on his belt. He is headed to the local tavern as he normally might. Pushing open the door, he heads in, and paces over to the table in the corner.
“Hey there, Brynoff.” The bartender calls out to him. Brynoff has dark, graying hair, and a full yet not very long beard. He was known around the town for his skill with a lute. He wears a dark green cloak, black dyed linen leggings, and a pale green wool shirt with a black linen vest over it.
“Hello to you too, Karth” He replies back to the bartender. Karth was a large man, in both height and width, he had brown hair, and could be mistaken for a bear. The tavern wasn’t v…