Siting at the bar stool Artan threw back his head and laughed (something he only did here). that's a valid point my friend but tell me while you're off slaying stormcloaks who will look after you're inn?
With a sightly drunken grin he replied "why not you you're here more than my boy is!" with that they both laughed.
sobering up a bit the barkeep's face got serious we could hire you my friend you're pay would be steady and you would always have a roof over you're head, and you wouldn't be inches away from death all the time, sooner or later you're luck's going to run out.
"Yes you're quite right but lets hope for later rather than sooner ey?" "But seriously thank you Corpulus but no as much as that would be nice I cannot I left the home life behind me."
"Come let's talk about happier thing's shall we" Artan said? As the barkeep was about to reply the tavern door swung open...
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