Davos swayed slightly in his chair, the effects of the ale taking hold. A blush spread across his face as he sheepishly looked at Rosa, his eyes filled with remorse and guilt.
"...but she never told that to me," Davos mumbled, his voice trailing off. He took another sip from his tankard, trying to drown his embarrassment.
Davos Titani, was a sight to behold. A towering Firbolg, possessed a rugged charm that made heads turn. With bulging muscles beneath his weathered skin and a beard that reached impressive lengths, he looked like a force of nature. His eyes, deep and wise, held a hint of gentleness amidst their intensity. He was not very bright and most common folk took him as a stupid giant. His wild mane of brown hair flowed freely, matching his practical attire that showed signs of his modest life. Davos wore symbols of his heritage proudly. A necklace of carved wooden beads and a cloak fashioned from the fur of a defeated bear spoke of his triumphs. He exuded strength and kindness in equal measure, captivating all who encountered him. He was new in the village.
"Ah, it was a day like any other," he slurred, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me and my brave comrades, on a quest for honor... and some shiny coins, mind you."
The crowd erupted into laughter, thoroughly entertained by Davos' tipsy storytelling. Even Rosa leaned in closer, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"But trouble found us, it did! Yes, again," Davos continued, his words slightly slurred. "We were ambushed, caught off guard in the thick of it all. Two of my friends lay helpless on the ground, and there stood Seraphina, a bea... a beacon of courage amidst all the chaos."
He paused, his gaze drifting toward Rosa. With a lopsided grin, he gestured to his nearly empty tankard, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y'know, Rosa, this drink... it's quite tasty. But the portions, they're so very small," he chuckled, shaking his head.
The crowd burst into laughter once more, their mirth infecting the room. Javar, emboldened by his own drinks, couldn't resist chiming in.
"Yes, Rosa, why are your portions so small?" Javar called out, prompting a fresh round of laughter.
Rosa rolled her eyes playfully, pouring another drink for Davos. "My portions are fine, Javar. Don't let me get started," she retorted, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
Javar, fueled by liquid courage, persisted. "Oh, do get started, Rosa. I'd say your portions are better than fine," he teased, causing the crowd to erupt in uproarious laughter.
At that moment, Davos' drunken haze dissipated, replaced by a surge of protective instinct. He rose unsteadily from his chair, his massive frame towering over the crowd, drawing their attention like a thunderclap.
"Enough!" Davos boomed, his voice commanding and resolute. "No one talks like that to a lady, not on my watch."
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the towering Firbolg, the weight of his presence palpable.
Rosa couldn't help but smile, her eyes reflecting gratitude as she handed Davos a fresh tankard.
As the room fell silent and all eyes were on Davos, a burly dwarven miner with dirt-streaked hands and a soot-covered face who sitting on his high stool next to him; unfazed by the towering Firbolg's presence, poked Davos' leg with a calloused finger, his voice gruff but filled with genuine interest.
"Oi, son," the dwarf said, his tone calm and serious. "Ye got their attention now. Finish yer tale, we're all ears." his voice breaking the silence.
Davos looked down and blinked, momentarily taken aback by the dwarf's audacity. He exchanged a puzzled glance with Rosa, who simply shrugged and smirked, seemingly amused by the exchange.
With a hearty laugh, Davos bent down and clapped the dwarf on the shoulder, his voice booming with newfound energy.
"Ah, aye, ye're right, friend!" Davos exclaimed, a twinkle in his eye. "Where was I? Ah, yes! So, there we were, outnumbered and in a right proper mess..."
As the night wore on and the embers in the fireplace dimmed, Davos found himself in the quiet embrace of the nearly empty inn. Only a few stragglers remained, their laughter and conversation muted by the alcohol that had mellowed their senses. The room was now a sanctuary of hushed voices and tired smiles.
Rosa, the innkeeper, wiped down the bar with a worn cloth, her gaze meeting Davos' with a knowing nod. The dwarven miner, whose boisterous presence had filled the room earlier, now sat at a corner table, nursing a tankard of ale and lost in thought. A smattering of other patrons, their heads resting heavily on the tables, were too far gone to even consider making their way home.
Davos felt a growing sense of restlessness. He glanced towards the door, his mind filled with thoughts of the cold, musty barn awaiting him on the outskirts of town. The prospect of another night spent on the hay-strewn floor didn't fill him with much enthusiasm.
Standing up from his chair, Davos made his way towards the exit, his eyes meeting Rosa's as he passed by the bar. Rosa, ever perceptive, could sense his hesitation and concern for his less-than-ideal lodging arrangements. With a gentle smile, she called out to him, her voice filled with genuine kindness.
"Davos, my friend, before you go, I have a proposition for you," Rosa said "I've seen how you've been staying in that old barn at the edge of town. Haggard should've paid you instead of giving that flea-ridden place to stay as if he is doing something noble. It just doesn't sit right with me, knowing that without you his caravan would be raided and we wouldn't get the supplies we need in the middle of the winter."
Davos shifted uncomfortably, he was always uncomfortable when people did this. Making him understand that IF he would be clever, he could live differently.
Rosa reached out, her hand resting gently on Davos' arm. "Please, Davos, consider staying here at the inn as long as you are here"
Davos furrowed his brow, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty playing across his face. "I... I appreciate your words, Rosa, I know you are sincere...but I don't want to burden anyone with my presence." He pointed his long ears and with gestured with both hands his almost 8 feet and 340 pounds presence with a sheepish smile.
Rosa's expression softened "You misunderstand, dear friend. It's not a burden. We would feel much safer if you'd only accept and not return to the barn."
As the heartfelt conversation between Rosa and Davos unfolded, the grizzled dwarven miner, sitting nearby, had been quietly observing their interaction. A faint smile played across his weathered face as he listened to their words of friendship and acceptance.
Unable to contain himself any longer, the miner cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice filled with warmth and generosity. "Aye, Davos, my lad, Rosa speaks true. We're safer and better off with you here. In fact, I'll be more than happy to cover your stay at the inn. Consider it a small token of gratitude for the protection you've offered this town."
Davos turned his gaze toward the miner "It is a very generous offer but I couldn't possibly accept. It's not right."
The miner chuckled heartily, his beard quivering with amusement. "Nonsense, lad! It's the least I can do. Besides, I've got a proposition for you. Come visit me at the miner's guild tomorrow, I think there's a job that suits well with your skills. Consider this inn stay as a prepayment for your services."
Davos scratched his head, a mixture of gratitude and curiosity crossing his face. "Well, if it's a job that needs doing...I suppose. Thank you, sir, and thank you, Rosa."
After that, he left them and went to the room Rosa gave to him. It was much better than the barn since there were no cows around.
The miner leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing curiously as he turned his attention to Rosa. "So, Rosa, who is this lad Davos? What's his story?"
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Thank you for reading so far.
Davos is one of my favorite characters. And I intend to play him in a campaign if I ever find one.
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Davos swayed slightly in his chair, the effects of the ale taking hold. A blush spread across his face as he sheepishly looked at Rosa, his eyes filled with remorse and guilt.
"...but she never told that to me," Davos mumbled, his voice trailing off. He took another sip from his tankard, trying to drown his embarrassment.
Davos Titani, was a sight to behold. A towering Firbolg, possessed a rugged charm that made heads turn. With bulging muscles beneath his weathered skin and a beard that reached impressive lengths, he looked like a force of nature. His eyes, deep and wise, held a hint of gentleness amidst their intensity. He was not very bright and most common folk took him as a stupid giant. His wild mane of brown hair flowed freely, matching his practical attire that showed signs of his modest life. Davos wore symbols of his heritage proudly. A necklace of carved wooden beads and a cloak fashioned from the fur of a defeated bear spoke of his triumphs. He exuded strength and kindness in equal measure, captivating all who encountered him. He was new in the village.
"Ah, it was a day like any other," he slurred, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me and my brave comrades, on a quest for honor... and some shiny coins, mind you."
The crowd erupted into laughter, thoroughly entertained by Davos' tipsy storytelling. Even Rosa leaned in closer, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"But trouble found us, it did! Yes, again," Davos continued, his words slightly slurred. "We were ambushed, caught off guard in the thick of it all. Two of my friends lay helpless on the ground, and there stood Seraphina, a bea... a beacon of courage amidst all the chaos."
He paused, his gaze drifting toward Rosa. With a lopsided grin, he gestured to his nearly empty tankard, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y'know, Rosa, this drink... it's quite tasty. But the portions, they're so very small," he chuckled, shaking his head.
The crowd burst into laughter once more, their mirth infecting the room. Javar, emboldened by his own drinks, couldn't resist chiming in.
"Yes, Rosa, why are your portions so small?" Javar called out, prompting a fresh round of laughter.
Rosa rolled her eyes playfully, pouring another drink for Davos. "My portions are fine, Javar. Don't let me get started," she retorted, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
Javar, fueled by liquid courage, persisted. "Oh, do get started, Rosa. I'd say your portions are better than fine," he teased, causing the crowd to erupt in uproarious laughter.
At that moment, Davos' drunken haze dissipated, replaced by a surge of protective instinct. He rose unsteadily from his chair, his massive frame towering over the crowd, drawing their attention like a thunderclap.
"Enough!" Davos boomed, his voice commanding and resolute. "No one talks like that to a lady, not on my watch."
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the towering Firbolg, the weight of his presence palpable.
Rosa couldn't help but smile, her eyes reflecting gratitude as she handed Davos a fresh tankard.
As the room fell silent and all eyes were on Davos, a burly dwarven miner with dirt-streaked hands and a soot-covered face who sitting on his high stool next to him; unfazed by the towering Firbolg's presence, poked Davos' leg with a calloused finger, his voice gruff but filled with genuine interest.
"Oi, son," the dwarf said, his tone calm and serious. "Ye got their attention now. Finish yer tale, we're all ears." his voice breaking the silence.
Davos looked down and blinked, momentarily taken aback by the dwarf's audacity. He exchanged a puzzled glance with Rosa, who simply shrugged and smirked, seemingly amused by the exchange.
With a hearty laugh, Davos bent down and clapped the dwarf on the shoulder, his voice booming with newfound energy.
"Ah, aye, ye're right, friend!" Davos exclaimed, a twinkle in his eye. "Where was I? Ah, yes! So, there we were, outnumbered and in a right proper mess..."
As the night wore on and the embers in the fireplace dimmed, Davos found himself in the quiet embrace of the nearly empty inn. Only a few stragglers remained, their laughter and conversation muted by the alcohol that had mellowed their senses. The room was now a sanctuary of hushed voices and tired smiles.
Rosa, the innkeeper, wiped down the bar with a worn cloth, her gaze meeting Davos' with a knowing nod. The dwarven miner, whose boisterous presence had filled the room earlier, now sat at a corner table, nursing a tankard of ale and lost in thought. A smattering of other patrons, their heads resting heavily on the tables, were too far gone to even consider making their way home.
Davos felt a growing sense of restlessness. He glanced towards the door, his mind filled with thoughts of the cold, musty barn awaiting him on the outskirts of town. The prospect of another night spent on the hay-strewn floor didn't fill him with much enthusiasm.
Standing up from his chair, Davos made his way towards the exit, his eyes meeting Rosa's as he passed by the bar. Rosa, ever perceptive, could sense his hesitation and concern for his less-than-ideal lodging arrangements. With a gentle smile, she called out to him, her voice filled with genuine kindness.
"Davos, my friend, before you go, I have a proposition for you," Rosa said "I've seen how you've been staying in that old barn at the edge of town. Haggard should've paid you instead of giving that flea-ridden place to stay as if he is doing something noble. It just doesn't sit right with me, knowing that without you his caravan would be raided and we wouldn't get the supplies we need in the middle of the winter."
Davos shifted uncomfortably, he was always uncomfortable when people did this. Making him understand that IF he would be clever, he could live differently.
Rosa reached out, her hand resting gently on Davos' arm. "Please, Davos, consider staying here at the inn as long as you are here"
Davos furrowed his brow, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty playing across his face. "I... I appreciate your words, Rosa, I know you are sincere...but I don't want to burden anyone with my presence." He pointed his long ears and with gestured with both hands his almost 8 feet and 340 pounds presence with a sheepish smile.
Rosa's expression softened "You misunderstand, dear friend. It's not a burden. We would feel much safer if you'd only accept and not return to the barn."
As the heartfelt conversation between Rosa and Davos unfolded, the grizzled dwarven miner, sitting nearby, had been quietly observing their interaction. A faint smile played across his weathered face as he listened to their words of friendship and acceptance.
Unable to contain himself any longer, the miner cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice filled with warmth and generosity. "Aye, Davos, my lad, Rosa speaks true. We're safer and better off with you here. In fact, I'll be more than happy to cover your stay at the inn. Consider it a small token of gratitude for the protection you've offered this town."
Davos turned his gaze toward the miner "It is a very generous offer but I couldn't possibly accept. It's not right."
The miner chuckled heartily, his beard quivering with amusement. "Nonsense, lad! It's the least I can do. Besides, I've got a proposition for you. Come visit me at the miner's guild tomorrow, I think there's a job that suits well with your skills. Consider this inn stay as a prepayment for your services."
Davos scratched his head, a mixture of gratitude and curiosity crossing his face. "Well, if it's a job that needs doing...I suppose. Thank you, sir, and thank you, Rosa."
After that, he left them and went to the room Rosa gave to him. It was much better than the barn since there were no cows around.
The miner leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing curiously as he turned his attention to Rosa. "So, Rosa, who is this lad Davos? What's his story?"
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Thank you for reading so far.
Davos is one of my favorite characters. And I intend to play him in a campaign if I ever find one.
Please feel free to share your thoughts.