//Common Threat\\ (Eternity Only)

[eternityflame]

"There's not that many of us," Cador said with a shrug.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yeah, but it makes you look even more like the dutiful little wife," Azzie snorted.

[eternityflame]

"She's just trying to make a good impression," Cador said, stepping up to defend his love.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yes, and I want to, Azzie. Don't worry," Primrose chuckled, shrugging.

Azzie sighed, "Fine, fine, whatever."

[eternityflame]

Cador shook his head and looked down, Azaela was a trouble maker...

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Finally, after a while, the stew was ready. It was pretty good, if Prim did say so herself.

[eternityflame]

Cador had already told all the men and they were all gathering around a big fire in the center of the camp, sitting on logs, or the ground. Most were already drunk off of the ale and laughing, singing, and telling tales.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Azzie sat a little ways away from everyone, eating her stew in silence. Prim sat next to Cador, only sipping her ale because she didn't want to get drunk.

[eternityflame]

Cador was tipsy, on the verge of drunkenness. The ale barrel was half empty. He ate his stew heartily and told tall tales with the rest of his men.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Primrose smiled and listened to the tales. She always liked stories, though she didn't have much of her own to tell.