Kriger sets back in his chair and listens as the conversations about background and Basnite’s curse continue on. The barbarian smiles and he takes a sip of his ale. This camaraderie here made the whole thing worth it. Bonds forged in the heat battle in service of the greater good have the potential to last a life time.
“Eh, Basnite, your foreign tongue just makes things interesting!” Kriger adds to the conversation with a smile.
Turning to Tramon, he finally answers the monks question and shares his little bit of background. “Well, my family are woodsmen. Grew up on the backwoods, plying the family trade or at least trying too. I have a bad temper some times, and often more than naught, would get in trouble with it. So my old man suggested I come to the city, maybe cool my head a bit, and get out some the restless blood adventuring. Not much other than that”
The blond haired barbarian shrugs, taking another drink of his ale.
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