Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141107045656

"Gotcha. Brynhild!" the innkeeper yelled, apparently referring to the barmaid who had been setting a bottle of wine and two tankards on the table of the Redguards.

"On it!" she called back, turning back to the bar and slipping behind the counter in a flash of startlingly red hair as she began gathering food for Kasra and Conall.

"Now, who'll be paying for these folks, exactly?" the innkeeper asked, nodding his head to the others, as he had seen enough bands of travelling mercenaries to know when sellswords were working in a group.

"Guess who?" Ranwulf answered as he stepped through the door with a wide grin, allowing it to shut itself behind him. A number of heads, including the innkeeper's and Brynhild's, turned to face him and for a long moment the inn grew deathly silent.

Then someone in the back yelled out something and all hell broke lose. Suddenly Ranwulf was mobbed by a group of men and women that the group could only assume to be old friends, shaking hands and returning embraces while the innkeeper watched on, smiling and laughing quietly. Brynhild brought Conall and Kasra their food, then grabbed a few bottles of mead for herself and went off to join the small mob that was herding Ranwulf towards a corner table, smiling and yelling out something to the man of the hour, who widened his smile in response.

"Looks like we'll be busy tonight," the innkeeper grinned, watching on as Ranwulf was finally forced to take a seat in the corner before turning back to the others. "Is he with you, by chance?"