Things That Go Lemmie in the Night
'Ar - ' Cosnach was interrupted by a loud, prolonged belch and had to start over again. 'Argis! My favourite drinking buddy! Let's get some mead!'
Acknowledging the Reachman's greeting with a curt nod, the Nord lowered himself heavily next to him and gestured to Kleppr to bring him a tankard.
'Still no shipments, eh?' he asked, casting an intent sideways glance at Cosnach's red face, which, the nose and cheekbones especially, seemed to gleam in the firelight.
The merchant tracts leading up to Markarth were notorious for frequent Forsworn attacks - and there was very little hope that the situation would ever improve, as the new Thane blatantly refused to help in wiping out every single camp of those barbarians. She believed (foolishly, Argis thought to himself, but he was her housecarl so it was not really his place to argue) that the savage tribes of the Druadach mountains could be reasoned with - and taking advantage of her kindness, the half-naked demon worshippers kept swoopin