Last Friday night. Yeah I think we broke the law. Always say we’re gonna stop this Friday night do it all again.
Clatan 18th, 1513 – Outskirts of River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
Of all of the things that Darin had expected to be doing on St. Skip’s day, introducing the son and heir of the local baron to a crime lord was not one of them. However, as Darin watched Reggie and Joshua shake hands, that seemed to be exactly what he was doing. Of course if you’d asked him six weeks ago what he planned on doing on St. Skip’s day, he would have had to pause for a second to remember what day it even was, and told you that he expected to spend it either at home studying or at one of his friends’ with maybe a jaunt over to the Boar.
TRIGGER WARNING: Blood and violence!
I am nothing more than a little boy inside that cries out for attention yet I always try to hide
Darid 20, 1513 – The Black Boar Tavern, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
Darin sighed as he rounded the corner, these tutoring sessions were almost more of a pain than they were worth. But it was something that Sara-Beth couldn’t object to as a way for him to earn pocket money, though she still glared something fierce if he so much as put a clipped copper in the cookie jar that they kept their savings in. She could immediately tell, no matter how full it was, just by looking in the jar. Even if he buried his two coppers in the bottom she seemed to be able to tell.
“When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.”
Darid 1, 1513 – River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
“Mama!” Raven tried to ignore her daughter for a moment as she juggled two bottles of hard cider and a plate of rarebit around the chair and onto the table. “Mama, he’s doing it again!”
“Is he still wearing clothes?” Raven asked cracking the cap off the bottle on the table.
“…Aye.” Anna-Marie said from her place somewhere behind Raven’s left shoulder.