Grancourt Family/The Keffa Campaign/Fror Celebrates His Own Way

Fror Celebtrates His Own Way

(Thrydwulf had returned to his tent after the battle last night, too tired from the fighting to go and see his friend Fror for their traditional 'after battle celebration' but Fror wasn't going to be put off...)

Fror was feeling down after being told he could not take part in the second attack on Keffa, he was still recovering from the wounds that he had taken in the previous days fighting.

He wasn't used to being left behind, his men had ridden off with his captain leading the way along with all the other battle ready men fighting for the Sintians cause. Martana queen of Heen was here today to aid with the battle and Fror had watched as she had ridden alongside his friend Thrydwulf.

Fror couldn't help but feel bitter, though they would be risking their lives out there, he would much have prefered to be at the head of the army charging down enemies and smashing skulls with his large axe from atop his steed.

After the battle he watched small groups of men severly depleated from the battle return to the camp at which he was based (or kept prisoner for the duration of the time he was recovering as he prefered to think).

After a while he saw the high marshall and queen return together and though Fror was feeling angry at them for leaving him behind he couldn't help be a little relieved that they had made it through the battle safe and victorious.

Fror headed over to Thrydwulfs tent to greet his friend but was turned away as soon as he arrived, this was not normal and he noticed a change in his friend, tiredness and the weight of command was beggining to take its toll and Fror left without another word. Undecided as to what he should do now, he started walking towards Heens allies, if he couldnt drink with his old friend, he would damn well go make some new ones.

After a short stroll over to where the Sintians had made camp, he moved over to where a group of men were sitting and climbed onto a barrel. A few heads turned his way, not that it mattered he would get all their attention soon enough.

"WELL THEN YOU BUNCH OR SORRY LOOKING LADS, LETS SEE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OFF, 10 GOLD COINS TO THE FIRST MAN TO DRINK A HORN OF ALE FASTER THAN ME.............WHO's FIRST?"

This made a stir and within seconds the festivities were under way and a crowed gathered around the giant, everyone wanting a turn to try and best the desert drinking machine.