[center][h1][color=fff200]Sinfjotli[/color][/h1][/center]

Post#4
[@ShadowKingman]
[@KoL]

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"We were gathered by the Wizard Marshal Zeltrech. But for now, let's get out of here. It's been a long morning and I'm feeling hungry, and I don't know about you but I think you won't mind some food either."

Berserker followed her gaze, looking into the other chamber which the rest of the band was beginning to drain into. A feast was evidently underway, and he wondered how he had not noticed before. His smile widened at the sight. Now, this was a much better start to a raiding party than a cold sterile room full of rune circles! He didn't know who this so called Wizard Marshal was, but if he had prepared this then he would be satisfied to accept his hospitality for now. 

"Let's go! No good missing out on the pre battle celebrations. Your lucky again girl! You will dine besides heroes today."

Sinfjotli set out towards the oddly shaped feast hall. He crossed the room quickly, trusting his Master to keep up with him he entered the room an admired the racks of meat and delicacies that were spread out across various tables. Not that he recognized most of them, but some were universal.

Even more interesting however were the occupants. 

Just a little way from him an odd pair were seemingly having a minor confrontation. A small bizarrely dressed waif and a tall handsomely built man bearing a pair of wicked looking spears. The girl he could leave or take, but he made a note to introduce himself to the warrior at some point. Maybe a spear throwing contest would be in order?

Further on however was where he found a real subject worth immediate consideration. The man was large, as big as himself with short golden locks. He was feasting, gobbling down racks of lamb with happy abandon. Immediately Sinfjotli wanted to fight the man. He would be a worthy adversary he was certain, and once he had beaten him, a good ally to have at his back. He started off in his direction, when a simply delightful smell drove him to distraction. 

He had passed close to one of the tables where an immense roasted boar was set. Huge, golden brown and delicious looking he almost didn't notice the one occupied with it untill he was a step or two away. 

He found himself looking at a strangely dressed woman with long beautiful lustrous hair and... the ears of a weasel? He stared in amusement and struggled to prevent himself from chuckling. What gods or elves or witches had the poor maiden offended to be cursed with those? Whatever had happened to her in her life, she was digging into an immense boar with commendable speed and savagery. She was very beautiful, large green eyes, rich clothing, strong smooth limbs and the features of a petty goddess. 

He looked again to the golden haired warrior and decided he could wait. 

Snatching a bottle of wine off a nearby table he took a step closer and held it out to her along with a tall glass. 

[color=fff200]"Woman, are you going to eat all of that by yourself? With no drink to go along?[/color]