[Eyvind Redbeard]

The Vagaran laughed and punched the table with his tankard so hard that some ale spilled out. He couldn't control his laughs and almost lost his breath. Trying to gather himself he looked to his companion with his eyes full of tears of joy.

"Good old Tarfuss, fun in Sheria? Only if you have a woman in your bed during the Darkening, otherwise you will no fun in here. Unless you count as funny barking to the recruits of the Provincial Army."

His face suddenly became hard as stone.

"You could find more fun in a graveyard than you find in here, my friend. The Horde is nearby and the people are scared. They still remember the horrors of the last war..."

He took a sip and noticed that the ale he had spilled had fallen on his cloak.

"Ah! How clumbsy of mine!" his voice changed to a whisper "Now I will show you how to have some fun, heh!"

"Lady! Lady!" he called a young woman around her twenties that was sitting with another female friend in a table nearby "Look what he did to me!" he pointed Tarfuss "Spilling ale all over me..."

The two women giggled and one stood up walking up to the Vagaran.

"It seems you need to change your clothes, Sire."

She giggled again while placing her arm around his neck, her friend stood up as well and approached Tarfuss.

"No, no, no. You can't ruin this precious ale with that enormous man, you should drink it or share it..."

The woman knelt next to Tarfuss. It was when the Vagaran winked to his friend.