ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œHey Bregalt, bring me another too would ya?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? The young guardsman hollered to his mate standing at the bar. His voice was young, but he looked and acted experienced. Fact is he was on the fronts during the Battle of RollÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s Hedge just last summer and since then has grown much. The scar on his left cheek will forever be barren of facial hair but it was a small price to pay.
Bregalt slams two clay jugs on the table sloshing a good portion towards Jayle, the young man. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œHere ya go boy, wonÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t even charge ya for the delivery.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? A loud barrel laugh erupts from the chest of Bregalt.
Jayle carelessly grabs the mug Bregalt in front of him spilling it towards Bregalt this time and replies, ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œWell, they be coming and going lately. I donÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t make much of them less they start causing some disturbances. Far as I can tell he is holed up der in the room and rarely comes out. Then again, I be usually on the South end, nowhere near hear a bouts so I couldnÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t swear on that.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬?
ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œYeah, I heard the same. Guess we give him his space and either he takes it or he goes on his way, easy as that. Reckon we just wait and see what he is up to. Confused by the warriors surrounding him though. Not sure what that is all about. That in itself is unusual, but whoÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s to say what is what during these days.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬?