Snippet #2767450

Hangovers were the bane of Lonán’s usual days. Of course when drinking Icefire Brew, it was worth it to savor the honey flavored drink. Breakfast was bought and eaten in silence, with Lonán not cracking jokes or telling any stories as the dull headache drummed against his head.

When Aetrius finished her shopping run of warmer clothing and tents and other useful supplies for traveling to their next stop on the way towards Veilbrand, Lonán made sure he had enough feed to keep Hawk satisfied throughout the trip. They passed through a forest on their journey towards a place called Valoc, and made camp there for the night and the next day.

On the second day, Lonán decided to go hunting for game to boost their food supplies for the next few days, and armed himself with a skinning knife, and his Crossbow, leaving his sword in its sheathe near His Tent, he trudged off to find deer. It took him several hours in the day to find it, but he killed a fine looking stag he almost felt ashamed to kill. Of course, he apologized to it and thanked Heresta for the kill as he set it on Hawk to carry back to camp.

Upon returning Lonán carefully skinned and prepared the meat almost as if he was painting a picture. In truth he knew a few skinning tricks he picked up from watching the two most influential women in his childhood skin rabbits and antelope. ”If only Mother and Granny Sigrun could see me work so they can nag how I’m not doing this right.” He thought fondly with a chuckle, curing the pelt as he watched dinner cook. He thought if he haggled the hide in Valoc, then he would certainly gain at least 60 silver at best.

He watched Aetrius give her cloak to Linde and smiled softly as he signaled the food was done cooking, and helped himself to a plate as he got comfortable to listen to Linde’s hopefully entertaining story.