Drunken Hare

Timestamp: Drunken Hare Lowood

Jiyn was sitting in a corner eating a bowl of stew of questionable quality and provence, washed down with some watered down ale. Just marginally better than the gruel they served at the Barracks. He scooped the thin sauce with some brown crusty bread, the events of the last few days playing on his mind.

He had not managed to secure a place yet to group of soldiers that was suppose to accompany the laborers travelling north to secure the mine at the foothills of Fang, but if they talk among the other soldiers was anything to go by, they were all moving north soon. One way or another it seemed soldiers would be mobilising for war.

Just the he was the flaming red hair of Islana walking into the Hare. She seemed troubled. The young soldier waved at the young huntress to join him at his table.