Halling doing what he does best. Getting drunk and fighty. For context, Pelt and Halling are on the run from their former employer, joined by one of their fans and a noblewoman. I may post the second half of this scene next week.
Once the meat was dressed they roasted a joist over a fire in the middle of the barn’s floor, and spent the night wreathed in gloom, eating their fill, listening to the wind whistle through the gaps in the stone and dreading to hear other, more ominous noises beyond it. Pelt most often stood in the doorway, hunched against (more…)
