>>5360239“Shho Malevush, you’re a good shinger?” Beckston said to your squire with a heavy slur. “Then shing for ush.”
All the heads turned towards the elf, who took a sip from her mug and put it back on the table.
And then she cleared her throat and sang.
You don’t understand thalassian, not really a word outside of basic greetings, but what you could understand was how good at singing Malevus was, even if she was quite drunk.
As she sang, none of you dared to do anything else other than to listen to her voice and how melodic it was. Frankly she had a beautiful singing voice. The inn was completely silent, those who remained listening to Malevus and her voice. And when she stopped, it felt like everyone wanted it to continue.
And then she burped very loudly.
“Wassh it any good?” She asked you.
“It was beautiful.” You managed to say back after thinking what words to use and got a chorus of nods in agreement from your knights.
“You beat me, Malevush you have a better voicshe.” Beckston admitted.
“Thank... you. “Malevus managed to say as her cheeks started to match the colour of her red hair and she started to lean to her left and then fell off the chair.
“And I think that is the signal for us to stop for today.” You said to your men as you stared at Malevus who was laying on the floor. “Go get some sleep, in two days we are returning back to Strahnbrad Hills.”
It wasn’t a nice reminder for them, but one by one they nodded and started to leave as you went to help your squire on her feet.
Malevus was really out, she had drunk way too much beer and as you grabbed her and attempted to pull her up, her legs didn’t carry her that well anymore.
“Monica, where was her room?” You asked Monica who had stayed up and served food and beer for you through the evening.
“The one before yours on the right.” Monica said to you. “Alric, do you need help?”
“I will be fine.” You said while you weren’t fine. Malevus was like a wet bag of wheat, difficult to lift and attempting to constantly slide away from you.
If helping her to walk wasn’t going to happen, you were going to carry her. You placed your right arm around her back and then forced her off her feet by putting your left arm under her legs and lifting her up.
When her feet left the floor, Malevus could only respond with a yelp and attempt to hang on you as you carried her past Monica and up the stairs. You avoided hitting her head on the door frame of her room as you entered it before carefully placing her down on her bed and moving the chamber pot next to the bed just in case.
She attempted to mumble something to you, but you couldn’t sadly make a sense of her words.
“Good night Malevus.” You said to her and received more mumbling as the answer as you closed the door.
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