Shibbie
The Charmer
The village market place was still full of buzz, even coming late into the evening. Torches lit up the street in a dimmed light that seemed to put a glow on everything. There was a small breeze that left a chilling sensation on his arms as Tahvo strolled down the streets. His bag, filled with various food and other little things he had picked up from the market night. His path trailed to the side, where he sat on a bench that was pushed up against one of the local taverns. He pulled out his coin sack, and opened it up, dumping its contents. "Thirty five.. thirty six..." His voice trailed and he let out a small sigh. He wasn't sure if he would have enough money to get until the end of the month, when he would be able to pick up his next pay. "What a drag," He spouted, flipping a coin into the air. Catching the coin, Tahvo placed it back into the coin purse it belonged to and stood up.
A small bit of yelling spewed from the doorways of the tavern, and just as Tahvo leaned to open the door, a body came through. Shortly after another came, swinging a wild fist at the first man to tumble through. A small crowd of people spilled out of the tavern quickly thereafter, making a circle around the two fighting on the dirt ground in the center of the street. Tahvo took a step forward to intervene, but he was quickly stopped by a large man with a broad stature. "It's a personal dispute, let it go, Solider," the man said, in a commanding tone.
"Watch who you're talking to," Tahvo huffed, however he did nod his head in acknowledgment. The man turned back towards the fight, watching as the two finally finished fighting and stood up. The one who had clearly won went back inside the in, and shortly came out with two drinks handing one to the man he almost just beat half to death. "I really, really, don't understand this place sometimes," Tahvo stated, turning away from the tavern and back down the streets as the sound of alcohol fueled laughter filled the streets of the village.
A small bit of yelling spewed from the doorways of the tavern, and just as Tahvo leaned to open the door, a body came through. Shortly after another came, swinging a wild fist at the first man to tumble through. A small crowd of people spilled out of the tavern quickly thereafter, making a circle around the two fighting on the dirt ground in the center of the street. Tahvo took a step forward to intervene, but he was quickly stopped by a large man with a broad stature. "It's a personal dispute, let it go, Solider," the man said, in a commanding tone.
"Watch who you're talking to," Tahvo huffed, however he did nod his head in acknowledgment. The man turned back towards the fight, watching as the two finally finished fighting and stood up. The one who had clearly won went back inside the in, and shortly came out with two drinks handing one to the man he almost just beat half to death. "I really, really, don't understand this place sometimes," Tahvo stated, turning away from the tavern and back down the streets as the sound of alcohol fueled laughter filled the streets of the village.