[ 'Why should I know where Mollymauk is?' It's not the right thing to snap at breakfast when the others ask, silence falling like a stone. Having spent the night restlessly pulled between sleeping and waking after hearing Molly leave the Chateau, the only reason Fjord appears for food is that eating eases the pain in his chest by filling his belly instead. He avoids Yasha's frown and leaves with a handful of sweetbread, tearing into it angrily on his way out for the day, armour slung over a shoulder.
He spends most of his day waiting for his chestplate to be fixed, drinking away silver coins in taverns and eating even more food too hearty for him, queasy and a little drunk by the time he stumbles back to the Chateau by late afternoon, a black mood making him look like the mean half-orc the silly bastards at Driftwood always assumed he was. It gets people out of his way en route to the bar, at least.
His heart and lungs and bones hurt, it's not time to stop drinking yet. ]
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He spends most of his day waiting for his chestplate to be fixed, drinking away silver coins in taverns and eating even more food too hearty for him, queasy and a little drunk by the time he stumbles back to the Chateau by late afternoon, a black mood making him look like the mean half-orc the silly bastards at Driftwood always assumed he was. It gets people out of his way en route to the bar, at least.
His heart and lungs and bones hurt, it's not time to stop drinking yet. ]