Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: New Jersey, little ways out of NYC
Things could not possibly get much worse, Sigmar be praised of small mercies on this night. Aldegar thought to himself, staring into the half-finished pint in front of him. This was to be his final night in Hiensburg, tomorrow he would travel with pa to the capitol of Nordland and enlist to join up with the marines as his father, and his father, and his father had all done before him. It was tradition, something that had been beaten into him as well as how to work the land right had been over these many seasons. There was nothing more that Aldegar could want; at least until he had met Kristen that is. She was Nysard’s sister, a true beauty that stole the look of many here at the inn; but by the grace of Sigmar she seemed to only have eyes for him, nothing more than a farmhand. They had fallen for each other two winters ago, and managed to keep their relationship mostly silent for the most part.
But now, now it was all about to come to an end; if his father had spoken true than he would not be returning to Hiensburg or at least not by choice. He would likely settle down somewhere else with someone else many seasons down the path. He didn’t want that though, he didn’t want just anyone; not when he loved Kristen as he did. That’s when Kirsten had spoken to him, had asked of him the thing that racked him so now. “Run away with me.” Four words, that’s all it had taken and now he was torn between the tradition of his family, or his true love. Worst of all, Kirsten was Nysard’s sister; how would the man feel after learning that his own friend had run away with his kin? He couldn’t tell anyone, she had already made him swear to remain silent, and he knew that if he left the parting would be a death to them both.
After some time sitting by himself, Aldegar noticed Nysard and Felix enter and motion him over to a table. Sighing, he downed what remained in his pint before nudging his head in the direction of his friends to Alfred, indicating that he was heading to the table and wanted another pint. "What a day huh?" Nysard muttered as Aldegar took a seat and the big man couldn’t help but take the line. “No worse than any other, but what would a dandy like you know about real work anyway?” He said with a smile before the answer to his dilemma came to the fore of his mind. He would run away with Kirsten, his love for her meant more to him than the tradition of joining the navy. They would see the world together, he already knew of work and that would be able to get them by; as long as they had each other that is all they would need.
"Just a beer as well, don't need anything too heavy tonight, any good stories today Alfred? Have you had a chance to talk to that man yet or did he just arrive in town?" Felix asked, and that’s when Aldegar actually noticed the unusual man. He hadn’t seen him in here before; definitely hadn’t seen him in town. Was he a traveler or something, maybe he’d be able to take him and Kirsten away or be able to share with them some idea of where to go. “Yeah Alfred, who’s that?”
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