Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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-- Well, lads, to our health! -- Sigheber raises his mug and begins his speech. -- You fought well today, and I'm glad to see that the veterans haven't abandoned this glorious pastime, and the new faces are still fitting in with our group. We drink, we eat, we flirt with the girls – it's a day of Merriment, once a year. And, while we're still sober enough, I'll mention that books are being written about us. At least, about our fistfights. Hargen recently acquired some – if you're in the mood, he can read to us.

The battered berserker nods approvingly, casually settling back and downing his first shot of strong liquor to improve his reading speed. In his memory, the familiar nest reappears, where, in another life, it seemed that an old nanny used to read them fairy tales about monsters living in the void. This time, instead of an impressionable group of children, the listeners were battle-worn men who had beaten each other up, and he himself was certainly not a sweet old storyteller.

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