>>6319231>>6319589You're a little downcast as you leave, backing carefully away from the growling cat before you dare to turn your back. Earning a mount like that would have earned you respect in the tribe and a great help in combat and travel. Ah well.
You're almost out when Azura, an older warrior, comes forward at the door, heavily tattooed and clad in a soft leather bikini and wolf pelt.
"Och, tough luck gel, but don't gnaw yerself oer it. Those snarlin beasties are loath to take any rider that don't smell o' yer mum."
She grins.
"I'd have scars aplenty off em if it weren't fer tha healers. Come back after ye kill those toadies and I'll pour ye a mead meself."
You smile.
"I'll shake on it, pick a good bottle for me."
She grins, grips your hand and pats your back.
"Attagirl! Now off wi' ye! And git some furs or sumthin on afore ye poke someone's eyes out!"
She gives your bare ass a hard smack and returns to the tables. You suppose she's right, and after you've walked through the village back to your house, you pull a fur bikini on, tire your quiver of javelins and your pack to your back, and heft your huge axe onto your shoulder.
>javelins X4, 1d6 damage, light, thrown>greataxe X1, 1d12 damage, two handed, heavy(1/3)
