There was no way this little woman had out-drank his brother. well." she paused, twisting her dark braid over her shoulder nervously, "Vilkas is drunk. definitely not for the Breton warrior to be showing up at his door looking practically sober. he'd honestly been expecting to hear his brother stumbling drunk down the stairs carrying the passed out Harbinger to bed. or at least she was the last person he was expecting to see conscious.įarkas had turned in for the night shortly after Ysara had challenged Vilkas to a drinking contest. Ysara was the last person he was expecting to see that evening. I kind of need your help."įarkas looked up from cleaning his armor in surprise. "Hey Farkas?" The Harbinger's voice suddenly pulled him from his work as she sheepishly poked her head in his doorway, "I um. and they weren't likely to come bother him. Most of the whelps were away on jobs, and only Vilkas and the new Harbinger were still in the hall. It was relatively late in the evening, and Farkas was enjoying a rare moment of peace at Jorrvaskr while he cleaned his armor before going to bed.
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