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"Then I need to talk to him before he does anything. I need to be there." She says distracted, attracting the bar persons attention. "Meat?" She asks Mary.

"Where is the other one?" She adds looking for Misha.

Mary takes her seat after a moment. nodding at the notion of food. " You don't intend to drag me along on this raid are you?"

"Can I trust you to stay?" She asks with a grin, "I will think about it, lets see how useful you can be first."

Mary grunts slightly, turning away as she speaks. " More likely to stick around here then go and get myself killed for his man's so called glory." Mary motions to Hrothgar.


The barkeep arrives at the table. " Sorry for the wait, you called?"

"His Glory means nothing to me." She whispers leaning in close to Mary. "I have my own agenda."

"We wanted some food. Something with meat in it?" She asks the barkeep.

The barkeep sighs slightly. ' Alright. I'll get creative then. Anything you want, Mr. Glory?" He motions to Hrothgar.

"Thank you." She says, the words straining her slightly.

"I think the other one, Misha was his name? went upstairs. And I'm surprised you place so little value on honor and glory. In this world where we have so little, the most valuable things we have are our names. If we live well, they will survive far beyond us and can provide song and inspiration for those that follow. It is important that we today provide hope for those that follow."

Hrothgar leans back in his chair and grins at the barkeep, "Sir, I will have anything that you have in stock."

The barkeep glares at the group for a moment before leaning in and whispering. " I suggest you keep those ideals and any other notions of helping to yourself. I also suggest you give up and leave town. " With that, the barkeep sighs and begins to walk away. A look of sorrow on his face.

"Honor means nothing when you are dead." She says giving the the big warrior a silent 'tut'. "Here, in this place it means nothing."

"Now, we drink beer, eat and forget about the world out there for now.. " giving Mary a little grin she leans back in the chair.

Mary grunts once more. Waiting eagerly for her food. Her eyes dance around the tavern.

Giving a little chuckle Hazel looks the warrior up and down, this is why she didnt do people. They expected things.

"So.... What's your story?" She asks the warrior.

Hrothgar shakes his head as he glances about the room. "These people have no pride in their ability to survive. We live in trying times but the fact that we live is an act of glory by itself. To survive is to be strong. How is that so worthless to them?"

"All they focus on is to survive, it's all that matters." Shrugging she nudges Mary, "You have lived this life, you fight to survive..."

"It is not enough to merely survive. If all you do is attempt to make it from one day to the next, where is the joy in life?"