"A gold piece a day! Lastel my friend if I had that kind of money I'd be the one owning the inn! I tell you what, I'll take the 10 for a fortnight if you thrown in these here five ales, and a plate of that fine venison that I can smell coming from the kitchen?"
Compared to the beating rain and wind outside the inn was as warm and comforting as a mother's womb. Ahh, now this is the life thought Deccon! No more skulking in the forest and sleeping in the mud. No more squeezing cold water out of wet boots and gnawing old scraps of ragged flesh from rabbit bones. No more putting everything at stake for nothing in return from that bastard Black Bowb.
No more murder.
Throughout the exchange with the innkeeper, Deccon had kept a half-eye on the dwarf who had settled himself in front of the hearth. A hard looking character, he could be just the one to fill the gap left by Gormlaith's departure. He resolved to talk to the rest of the party about it after the meal.
"Men" said Deccon turning to the rest of the group, keeping his voice low and meeting them each in the eye. "We had a helluva time out there but we made it through on the back of some solid teamwork and gritty fighting. I'd like to propose a couple of toasts. First, to our departed comrade Gormlaith. She took a blow for the rest of us that would've dropped the hardest of men, and kept on swinging. She'll be sorely missed and I wish her well." Deccon raises his tankard in toast and takes a heady swill.
"Second, I'd like to propose a toast to Yilmaz. That was some fine magicician's work back there my friend. I don't know what you did to those runts, but we would've been in for the fight of our lives if you hadn't put them to nodding like you did. Anyway, here's to saving our arses!" Deccon raises his tankard at Yilmaz and takes another hearty swill.
"Lastly, I'd like to propose a toast to Loren. Brother, I've done some mean work in my time, but with your wise counsel we avoided butchery and with any luck, might've found us some unlikely allies. Fine work my friend." Deccon raises his tankard at Loren and drains the stein.