Downtown

[Korm Kormsen]

the taverndoor opens. in the doorframe stands a big man. head slightly bent, because he stands over six foot five.
dressed with a shabby leather kilt, some felt leggins bound with leather thongs and an old homespun shirt, many times mended.
the weathered face is mostly hidden behind a thick, curly copper-red beard. long hair bound at the back of his head, ponystile.
in one hand he holds a grainscithe with the other he takes up a large, worn sack, seemingly full of vegetables and fruits.
as he enters, as allways, he does not hear the least sound.

that is not due to people being scared, the normal activities in the tavern werent interrupted by his entrance.
he does not hear a single sound, because he is nearly stone-deaf.

looking around, he does not recognize anybody.
so he moves for an emty stool near the end of the bar.
putting the scithe against the bar, the sack beside the stool, he takes a seat. nodding to the waiter, who seemingly is talking to him, he emties his pouch on the bar. out fall just eleven coppers.

"do I get some beer for that? - thats all what I have."

as the waiter starts to speak he says " save your words. I cant hear you. just give me some beer, or shove my money back."

[Korm Kormsen]

Tjalf observes the flames in the fireplace, drinks the rest of his beer, and leaves the tavern as unnoticed, as he came.

what a chilly place - he brumbles in his beard, and sets off to explore the wilderness of this island.

the end