TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
He took the bowl and secretly admired the mark of a good alterator, although so far the boy only demonstrated his telekinetic skills. He picked up a stray fork and began eating bits of the strew, pausing to talk between long bites. "The one thing I didn't take a shining to in the Marsh was their drink; a fine wine suits me, but it's hard to get a good Surilie 415. I even had the pleasure of enjoying a 399 with Jean-Pierre Surilie* some years ago... he's probably gone now." He said solemnly - he had seen many people come and go from this world.
"A good mead is all you need in this land." Thorek said, his mouth full of food. Saloman laughed silently at the boldness of the nord, as he had always admired the natives of this land.
He stopped eating and turned his head to the floor for a few seconds. He turned to Rathalos and looked right through him;
"Tell me, tribal, is your clan truly lost, or have you given up hope?"
((*I was gonna put Davide Surilie but I realised he died like 200 years ago in the 3rd Era :L))
"A good mead is all you need in this land." Thorek said, his mouth full of food. Saloman laughed silently at the boldness of the nord, as he had always admired the natives of this land.
He stopped eating and turned his head to the floor for a few seconds. He turned to Rathalos and looked right through him;
"Tell me, tribal, is your clan truly lost, or have you given up hope?"
((*I was gonna put Davide Surilie but I realised he died like 200 years ago in the 3rd Era :L))