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Rendahl had just finished the pitcher of ale and was starting to feel rather drunk. Grillian definitely new what he was doing when it came to making ale. He usually didn't let himself get so drunk especially around so many people. But he reasoned he might as well enjoy himself while he sat around the inn all day. He was about to shout for some more when he noticed a huge blonde man coming towards him. Damn if the man wanted to talk business he'd just have to send him away. He probably wouldn't be able to climb a wall in at least a week. Thieves that couldn't climb walls didn't make much money.


"Ho there," the big man said when he reached the table. "My name is Jaknir Von Ulfr Bani, son of Joeflnir Von Ulfr Bani, son of Broenar Von Ulfr Bani and you my good man must have a tale to tell with those wounds" Jaknir asked as he sat down.

"A tale to tell, yeah I've got one alright, its not as if I tripped and stabbed myself with my own knife. And as for your name and ancestors, not a chance in hell I'll remember them so I'll just call you Jaknir. As for me, the names Rendahl, got the wounds from a man tried to kill me not so long ago. Arrow went right through me as you can see. As for my arm got cut from a rusty old knife by the same man." Grillian had explained that the person he'd killed was a man to him later, after taking care of the body. Glancing around the room Rendahl spotted Ena coming towards there table with some food. He'd make sure to ask her for another pitcher when she got to the table.