Kindness of a Stranger?

"So, I take it you're not from around here? Laralian girls would know not to come to a tavern dressed like that." he says.

"Yes, In fact this is my first time in Laralia." I say, ignoring his comment about my attire.

"I saw you come in with Lord De Freydair. Are you his...um...consort?"

"Absolutley not!" I retort. Though I suppose this assumption is only natural given how I'm dressed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you, it's just..."

"No, no it's alright." I say. "In fact, I was a concubine not too long ago. But not Lord De Freydair's. It's a...long story."

"Well, we've got some time now. I'd love to hear your tale, and can tell you things about Laralia as well. My home is just down the road. We can have some tea, or wine if you prefer, and talk, away from all this..." his sentence is cut off by shattering glass from a tankard flying through the window. "I'm Cecil, by the way."

"Harry." I reply, offering my hand for a shake. He takes and kisses it instead; I guess that's how they greet women here. "Thanks for your offer, but I must decline. There's a couple of people in there waiting for me."

"These things can last anywhere from 10 minutes to over an hour. Eventually all but a few will be knocked out, and then the "winners" usually drink themselves into a stupor. We can safely come back in the morning and find everyone still here, likely passed out one way or another."

1. I accept Cecil's invitation, and follow him back to his home.
2. I can't be sure if I can trust him, and I feel I should stay close by, so I decline, and we part company. I walk around to the front and wait with the coachman for the melee to subside.
3. The door bursts open and Teran barrels through, with the unconscious Lord Richard slung over his shoulder. "Time to go, lass!" he yells. I wave goodbye to Cecil, then follow after Teran.

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