The noise in the tavern was above a roar but Tolwen and
Luther made their way to the counter, there were no tables open and the bar
itself was nearly full. The last few hours of walking had built a deep thirst
in the two travelers. Tolwen the wizard considered using his many powers to
clear the tavern but he had learned long ago that there was a time and place to
use his powers and this was not one of them. While being bumped and jolted by
other patrons Tolwen and Luther motioned for the bar maid and ordered two mugs
of ale. Tolwen was used to being looked down on by other men due to his height
but Luther didn’t like it much for he knew well since traveling with his five
foot friend there was more to being a man then the height of a man or the way
they dress, the way they talk or even the size of his sword in battle. Luther
considered himself lucky to know Tolwen and to be considered his friend. So
when a loud mouth soldier made a comment about Tolwen being too short to be in
a man’s tavern Luther took offense to it and short of drawing a sword against a
professional fighting man Luther was prepared to defend his friend.
