Colyne Stewart, January AS XXXVI (2002)
It was on an unusually warm winter day that members of Ardchreag’s populace traveled to the canton of Skeldergate, to the inn owned by Berus Jarl and his Lady, Countess Marion. Upon arriving we found tables laid and awaiting us, while the appetizing smells of meat on a stick wafted from the kitchens where Streonwald and Etian could be heard bellowing. We claimed a table in front of the Thrones of Ealdormere, spreading out our crafts and gear. Berend worked on his tablet woven belt, while Eirik and Colyne poured over notes. Thorfinna disappeared into the vault of children where she was later found happily colouring.
As I returned from the merchants, my arms laden with goods, I heard the sounds of commotion. A fight had broken out! I ran to my table to find some of my companions under attack! Eirik and Wulfgang were in the centre of a swarm of ruffians, brandishing axes and swords. I made a move to join them, then saw that there was no need. Eirik is quite handy with a blade, and was cutting down his foes with impunity. Wulfgang, finding himself pressed by a huge man bearing a bar stool in has hands, proceeded to chase his assailant about the hall, before finally chopping him to the floor.
When it was over, when the tables had been righted, the blood cleaned, and the ale pored, an exhausted but beaming Wulfgang sat at our table.
“Did you see me?” he asked. “Did you see me chase that guy?”
We responded yes. Then we added that his attacker had been no mere ‘guy’.
“Who was it?” he asked.
“Berus,” we said.
His jaw dropped.
“The Kingdom Earl Marshal,” we went on.
The jaw dropped lower.
“Sir Berus,” we added.
All present then laughed long and hard at the expression on the face of a man who is usually jokingly referred to as a man who has none.
I just wonder, once Wulfgang has all his armour together, and first walks onto the lists, will Berus remember him?
(Based on actual events during the boffer battles at Berus’ Bar Room Brawl IV.)