Here we have a drinking hall not unlike how one would imagine Herot in the epic verses of Beowulf.
Great timbers carved with fabulous grotesques support the golden walls and brace the high a-frame ceiling. A series of large fire trenches run the length of center, to a slightly raised platform that might serve as a stage for skalds or perhaps a high-seat for kings. Along either side short moveable benches just long enough for a drunk or two to pass out on are pushed against the walls.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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Oh there once was a pig with one leg.
The Lords all said "Stay away.
It is fat and pathetic and likes to complain.
And only wants what others have got.
Having let its own grain rot!"
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