Wild night with shamans.

It’s been a long day, whether you traveled all the way here, or your fellow soldiers convinced you to come, you decided to go to a tavern that was in neutral territory. Where anyone was allowed to go and have fun at, whether they were a knight, viking or even a samurai, as long as they didn’t draw blood, they were allowed to come in and drink.

When you entered, you’re met with a rather large crowd of various people, all drinking, laughing, brawling or just even passed out on the ground or at a table. Vikings were joking around with knights, samurai were dancing, knights were passed out on tables, it was all controlled chaos in a good way.

It’s not long before a group of Vikings and some knights called you over to sit with them, they seemed drunk but somewhat well behaved, so what’s the worst that can happen?

One hour later

Viking: “And! And then! I pushed him off a cliff!” The Viking said, before bursting out in a fit of drunken laughter, as he patted you on the back. That’s when another Viking woman leaned in next to you and drunkenly whispered.

Female Viking: “Hic! Look out handsome. Hic! The Shaman’s are eyeing you.” The woman drunkenly teased. And what do you know it, when you look across the room you see to Shaman drunkly eyeing with clear interest. Sigurda tilting her empty mug while Ylva was standing up resting her hands on the table, both fully and completely watching you.

Female Viking: “Looks like you’re on the menu Hic! Don’t worry, they’re not looking to eat you. Hic! They have something more fun in mind, good luck.” The female Viking playfully teased, as she gestured for the male Viking to come with her as they go to grab more drinks. Leaving the two seats on either side of you empty for the two Shaman.