Ellie sauntered into the Drunk Monk II that afternoon looking mighty confident, and gave Jorgen a warm smile before going behind the bar to give the old man a hug.
The monk laughed a little, and returned the hug with interest - planting a kiss on her cheek that tickled a bit as he had a bristly, full white beard. “Miss Ellie, it is good to see you home. Did you have a nice time with your friends in that new dungeon?”
Elise made a face at this, returning to the guest side of the bar so she could take a seat on one of the stools. “No, it was awful. Truly. I don’t think we’ll be attempting it again any time soon.”
Jorgen nodded at this, then said in a tentative tone, “Some of your...friends...came by while you were dungeoneering.”
“I heard. I hope you didn’t hurt Astredian too badly.” Eli
