Raging Tauren part seven
Raging Tauren - Chapter Two
“I’LL SPEAK ABOOT ME COUSIN ANY WAY I PLEASE!!” the drunken dwarf yelled and slammed her mug on the table – and in the process spilling most of it’s contents either on table, floor or her companion Lara.
Lara set enough gold on the table to cover both the drinks and the damage and pulled her friend over to the door of the Stonefire Inn.
“Not,” she said, pushing Brighde through the door of the inn, “when your cousin is also the Thane, and ESPECIALLY not when that same Thane is like two peas in a pod with the Bronzebeard family.”
“BAH!” roared Brighde, stumbling away from the inn and just narrowly missing a headlong tumble into the deep molten slag pilled pit that formed a ring around the inner and outer parts of Ironforge. She stopped, steadying herself with one hand on a nearby wall and turned back to Lara…
“Who cares aboot the Bronzebeards? Ye air nothin’ but a cowaird, she said to her friend with a look that was originally mean to be a look of distain but came out looking more like someone who was trying to figure out why a multi-legged creature was crawling up her arm. The look on Brighde’s face rapidly changed from mock distain to shock as her friend whisked her off her feet and into a nearby darkened corner.
“I CARE about the Bronzebeard’s that’s who,” said Lara.
Now she had Brighde by the color of her hauberk. Lara lowered her voice in a whispered threat just next to Brighde’s ear.
“I’ll thankee not tae speak about me king and ‘is family like that. And do NOT mistake the fact that we are childhood friends fer me willingness tae be called a coward be ye’ or anyone else. Do ye remember what happened th’ last time ye said that?”
Brighde rubbed the back of her neck where a scar still hurt her when it rained.
“Ye snuck up behind me, said Brighde in a level voice. Ye’ would never beat me in a stand up fight”
“A large smile ran across Lara’s face. Of course I would nae beat ye’ in a stand up fight. Why else would I sneak up behind ye?”
“Because yer’ a thief?”
“Well, there is that as well, said Lara patting her old friend on the back. Come lets be off tae yer new house.”
“Me Mothers house,” corrected Brighde. “I still have nae been able tae bring meself tae call it mine….then after a pause she added….God rest Mothairs dear soul.”
Brighde started off down the immense hallway again and started to stumble. Lara steadied her friend and supported her under one arm.
“Come on’ let me help you home, or ye’ will end up fallin’ into the steel of the Great Forge fer sure.”
“I’LL SPEAK ABOOT ME COUSIN ANY WAY I PLEASE!!” the drunken dwarf yelled and slammed her mug on the table – and in the process spilling most of it’s contents either on table, floor or her companion Lara.
Lara set enough gold on the table to cover both the drinks and the damage and pulled her friend over to the door of the Stonefire Inn.
“Not,” she said, pushing Brighde through the door of the inn, “when your cousin is also the Thane, and ESPECIALLY not when that same Thane is like two peas in a pod with the Bronzebeard family.”
“BAH!” roared Brighde, stumbling away from the inn and just narrowly missing a headlong tumble into the deep molten slag pilled pit that formed a ring around the inner and outer parts of Ironforge. She stopped, steadying herself with one hand on a nearby wall and turned back to Lara…
“Who cares aboot the Bronzebeards? Ye air nothin’ but a cowaird, she said to her friend with a look that was originally mean to be a look of distain but came out looking more like someone who was trying to figure out why a multi-legged creature was crawling up her arm. The look on Brighde’s face rapidly changed from mock distain to shock as her friend whisked her off her feet and into a nearby darkened corner.
“I CARE about the Bronzebeard’s that’s who,” said Lara.
Now she had Brighde by the color of her hauberk. Lara lowered her voice in a whispered threat just next to Brighde’s ear.
“I’ll thankee not tae speak about me king and ‘is family like that. And do NOT mistake the fact that we are childhood friends fer me willingness tae be called a coward be ye’ or anyone else. Do ye remember what happened th’ last time ye said that?”
Brighde rubbed the back of her neck where a scar still hurt her when it rained.
“Ye snuck up behind me, said Brighde in a level voice. Ye’ would never beat me in a stand up fight”
“A large smile ran across Lara’s face. Of course I would nae beat ye’ in a stand up fight. Why else would I sneak up behind ye?”
“Because yer’ a thief?”
“Well, there is that as well, said Lara patting her old friend on the back. Come lets be off tae yer new house.”
“Me Mothers house,” corrected Brighde. “I still have nae been able tae bring meself tae call it mine….then after a pause she added….God rest Mothairs dear soul.”
Brighde started off down the immense hallway again and started to stumble. Lara steadied her friend and supported her under one arm.
“Come on’ let me help you home, or ye’ will end up fallin’ into the steel of the Great Forge fer sure.”
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