Chapter 18: An NPC Perhaps?
The interior of the barbarian’s cottage-like house was dimly lit by a few flickering torches wedged into cracks in the stone walls. Animal hides were strewn across the uneven floor, some fresh, others worn to leather.
A massive fire pit burned at the center, its smoke trailing through a crude opening in the ceiling. Cracked shields, dented helmets, and rusted weapons lined the walls like trophies.
Drahon was impressed with how it looked. ’Impressed’ was a strong word, but nonetheless, it conveyed what Drahon felt as he looked around.
The place looked medieval-like and hinted that perhaps the barbarian might be some ruthless hunter.
Drahon could see bones, some looking like those of the skeleton monsters, in strings or lay scattered in bowls.
The scent of ash, blood, and old sweat clung to the air. As Drahon couldn’t see any door that led to a room or an inner place, he concluded that this might be where the barbarian cut some meat, perhaps at nighttime as he couldn’t do that outside, in fear of the Skeleton monsters.
In one corner, a pile of furs formed a rough sleeping area, while in another, chunks of meat dried on a rack beside jars filled with strange, dark liquids.
Drahon looked at the jars in curiosity. He wondered what they could be. Perhaps some potions. He wanted to ask so badly but then shrugged it off, not wanting to make the barbarian suspect him.
"Have your seats," the barbarian said as he shut the door, which slammed with a creaking sound.
The players exchanged glances.
Have your seats?
Where exactly?