“Who’s this then?” Alvor asked, nodding towards Carthalo. XXX Chapter Two: Riverwood
“Uncle Alvor, hello!” Hadvar said as he walked up to the small smithy by the riverbed. “Can I get you anything?”
“No thanks aunt Sigrid.” Hadvar said. “Dorthe” Alvor said gruffly “Clean the table for our guests.” The girl nodded quietly and went about clearing the small wooden table. A bit too young, and a bit too married for me.” He said with a wink. This bitch could take a pounding. Hadvar… Carthalo… anyone… oh, oh yes I need it so badly….”
It was all Carthalo could do not to go give her what she clearly wanted so desperately. “A dragon attacked.”
“A dragon!?” Alvor exclaimed. In the cellar. She pulled the hammer out again and Carthalo could see that the long wooden handle was covered in her wetness, this time when it went in, it made a distinct slurping noise as her insides gripped it tightly.
