10-03-2022, 06:28 PM
Godric hadn't really been paying attention to the bard other than the music. His eyes were solely resting on the others. There had been a fight in here just last night, which was why he was trying to sew peace into the crowd with a few bought drinks. It was no secret that there was some dissent about the new school. Change was scary - especially to people who would never expect it to benefit them. And the men of this trading post, they were working people. Why go off to a school to learn fancy new things when the way of it was to learn from your parent or your master? It was how things had always been done and, thus, how they should always be done.
No, he was wary of the crowd, in spite of his exuberance. No reason for them to suspect he might hold a grudge against the complaints he'd heard for the last five years.
However, when the bard turned around to thank him, he was surprised to find their new healer down at the pub, making herself known with her musical talents. Were they not paying her enough that she needed to find funds elsewhere? Surely not. Someone had mentioned that her family had owned the apothecary here. Had she been the one to tell him or had it been Rowena?
No, he would have remembered if Rowena had said it. Unless he was drunk, he remembered most of the things she told him. He might not understand it all, considering how vastly different their minds worked but he did remember.
So surely the young woman wasn't in financial distress. Her clothing was clean and whole, no mended hems or missed stitches. Maybe the fabric a bit rougher than some but it was still good quality. So what had her down here? Was there not enough to do up at the castle that she had to turn her attention elsewhere. After all, he'd thought they were paying her good money to be on call in case the students took sick in the night. Not that Rowena was incapable when it came to healing. However, she had a great many other duties to tend to - hence the hiring of a famed healer to serve.
Still, he thought as he finished his first drink and moved onto his second, not everyone could confine themselves to the castle as his friends had. He certainly couldn't, always needing to be on the move to keep things from catching up to him. Maybe there were things in her past that brought her down here for the comfort of drink as well. He'd heard she was of Norse origins. That wasn't the easiest background to come from, no matter what her father had done for their community.
"By all means, take your time. The music was rather nice," Godric said, moving to a stool three paces from the one he'd been sitting at so he could be closer. She'd have to know what the people of the trading post thought of their endeavor. If they knew she'd come from there...
And to sit with your back to people, especially those that could bust out into a brawl at any moment, was suicide. No way was he explaining to Rowena why she had to be woken up because their healer was accidentally knocked out because of another dust up in the tavern. And explain that he'd failed to protect her from being attacked. That was not a look he wanted to see on her face.
No, he was wary of the crowd, in spite of his exuberance. No reason for them to suspect he might hold a grudge against the complaints he'd heard for the last five years.
However, when the bard turned around to thank him, he was surprised to find their new healer down at the pub, making herself known with her musical talents. Were they not paying her enough that she needed to find funds elsewhere? Surely not. Someone had mentioned that her family had owned the apothecary here. Had she been the one to tell him or had it been Rowena?
No, he would have remembered if Rowena had said it. Unless he was drunk, he remembered most of the things she told him. He might not understand it all, considering how vastly different their minds worked but he did remember.
So surely the young woman wasn't in financial distress. Her clothing was clean and whole, no mended hems or missed stitches. Maybe the fabric a bit rougher than some but it was still good quality. So what had her down here? Was there not enough to do up at the castle that she had to turn her attention elsewhere. After all, he'd thought they were paying her good money to be on call in case the students took sick in the night. Not that Rowena was incapable when it came to healing. However, she had a great many other duties to tend to - hence the hiring of a famed healer to serve.
Still, he thought as he finished his first drink and moved onto his second, not everyone could confine themselves to the castle as his friends had. He certainly couldn't, always needing to be on the move to keep things from catching up to him. Maybe there were things in her past that brought her down here for the comfort of drink as well. He'd heard she was of Norse origins. That wasn't the easiest background to come from, no matter what her father had done for their community.
"By all means, take your time. The music was rather nice," Godric said, moving to a stool three paces from the one he'd been sitting at so he could be closer. She'd have to know what the people of the trading post thought of their endeavor. If they knew she'd come from there...
And to sit with your back to people, especially those that could bust out into a brawl at any moment, was suicide. No way was he explaining to Rowena why she had to be woken up because their healer was accidentally knocked out because of another dust up in the tavern. And explain that he'd failed to protect her from being attacked. That was not a look he wanted to see on her face.
