07-31-2016, 02:16 PM
"My axe hungers yet for the blood of our foes. I can stand." Vidar rises from the table, wobbles only slightly, then downs the rest of his drink and slams the mug on the table in satisfaction. "A leg of meat will do me well. Keep your soup brother, my teeth are not yet as old as yours! Hahah." He says and ventures over to the barmaid for his order, not wishing to wait for her to make her rounds or keep his companions waiting much longer. His mood has changed like the wind.
