5
Unexpected Visitor
"Any idea what did it?"
Julian swallowed a gulp of Molli's ale and lowered his mug back to the bar before he shrugged. "Animal of some kind," he replied.
His companion was an older man with dark grey hair and a matching beard who wore a cloak that was almost the same color as his hair overtop the loose-fitting garments that the fishermen of Lydelton tended to favor. He sniffed and considered that for a half minute before taking a swig himself. "Bad way to go," Horace said.
Julian nodded agreement.
The Oarlock was full to overflowing, unusual considering it was the middle of the work week. But having to go about their tasks tomorrow had not stopped people from coming out to Baelin's funeral, and afterwords to the various taverns to lift a mug in the dead man's hon
