[For as long as she'd been in Thedas, parts of it were still strange. Jarring. Especially because so much was so familiar. The armor, the weapons, the methods of building, the cycle of mortal war. Warriors locked in strife. So much to remind her of her world, but still a great emptiness at its core.
When the disjunct grew too great, the valkyrie could be found at the tavern. Loud, boisterous, full of contests of strength. If she closed her eyes, it could almost be the feasting halls of Valhalla. This was one such time. And so, Lenneth was there--at the end of the bar, nursing a mug of ale, her feet tucked up on the bar stool's single unbroken crossbar, eyes closed, a nearly imperceptible smile on her face at the sounds of ruckus.
There was, currently, a particularly good fight to listen to. She was unsure how it had started, but the casualties included four combatants, three drinks, part of a table, and something else wooden. Smaller. Perhaps a chair. It had quieted a bit--which meant it was interesting enough to catch the attention of the tavern.
And that there were fewer participants.
But at least one energetic enough to be remain cocky.
Well enough, then. She'd watch. Thedas, Midgard, or Valhalla, a good fight was a good fight; and when she saw the difference in size between the two... well. There was no need to guess who the 'big boy' being taunted was.
[Option 2]
When the disjunct grew too great, the valkyrie could be found at the tavern. Loud, boisterous, full of contests of strength. If she closed her eyes, it could almost be the feasting halls of Valhalla. This was one such time. And so, Lenneth was there--at the end of the bar, nursing a mug of ale, her feet tucked up on the bar stool's single unbroken crossbar, eyes closed, a nearly imperceptible smile on her face at the sounds of ruckus.
There was, currently, a particularly good fight to listen to. She was unsure how it had started, but the casualties included four combatants, three drinks, part of a table, and something else wooden. Smaller. Perhaps a chair. It had quieted a bit--which meant it was interesting enough to catch the attention of the tavern.
And that there were fewer participants.
But at least one energetic enough to be remain cocky.
Well enough, then. She'd watch. Thedas, Midgard, or Valhalla, a good fight was a good fight; and when she saw the difference in size between the two... well. There was no need to guess who the 'big boy' being taunted was.
A good fight indeed.]