Human Male Fighter: Rikard Willson

The sunrise shone through the window of his room, gently waking you. You proceed to take a sip of water from the cup that he had poured the night prior. You headed down to the first floor of the in to break his fast.

The scent of freshly baked bread causes your mouth to water, and you sit down to an unoccupied table and waited to be served. The pretty serving girl that you had met the night prior approaches you, her bright smile and demeanor bringing him to grin despite himself.

“What would you have this morning, sir?” she said,

“I'll have some of that excellent smelling bread, and I would love some of last night's bacon with it, if it's not too much trouble.” you say,

“Absolutely, no problem at all. I’ll be back soon with your order. Would you like any drink to go with that sir?”

“If you’ve got some water, that would be great, the sight of you has seemed to turn my mouth dry”

“Right away sir.” she says

You give her a wink and she giggles as she walks away.

You break your fast with the toasted bread and re-heated bacon, your growling stomach placated for now. You pay for your meal and when the serving girl comes back, you slip a silver piece into her palm, your hand lingering a bit longer than is strictly necessary. She gasps and thanks you profusely, and you can see the excited bounce in her step. Seeing the joy in her reaction was well worth the money spent.