TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
Asvald began to spasm like a sleeping dog; he awoke coughing and spluttering, and some mead came out of his nostrils and fizzled on the fire. He got up and walked back to the bar coughing painfully - you could see dried blood on his gloves. He sat on the barstool hunched over, trying to isolate himself. He brought out a tobacco pipe and began to smoke it, coughing quietly to himself.