Angar and Wulfebrom were nearing the end of the day. The sun was setting far across the horizon of Thanalan and the men were finishing their last sparring session. They had begun with swords and shields, then simply swords. Work with staves and spears to keep their skills honed. At last, a true test of strength and skill between the Highlanders they had both looked forward to, the battle of bare-handed combat.
Before they could begin, however, they heard a small voice call out from the hills above them.
"Real men fight with no shirts on!
...and in the mud...
...after oiling up..."
They turned their gaze in the direction of the noises and then only saw a red blur dash back towards the Gates of Nald.
They shrugged as they got naked, as all Highlander brawls as supposed to be, laughing as they reached for the oil.
Before they could begin, however, they heard a small voice call out from the hills above them.
"Real men fight with no shirts on!
...and in the mud...
...after oiling up..."
They turned their gaze in the direction of the noises and then only saw a red blur dash back towards the Gates of Nald.
They shrugged as they got naked, as all Highlander brawls as supposed to be, laughing as they reached for the oil.