Solitude (Open)

[mullisbt]

Orfum the cellarhog was sitting in his cellar. He loved to be down in the cool bottom of the abbey. He had out his hogtwanger and was playing a lively jig. He thought it somewhat ironic since he was down here with no one dancing or anything.

On the table there was a large wedge of cheese, with a large tankard of elderberry wine. It was a normal evening for Orfum. He kept to himself for the most part, but never minded company if they happened down into his cellar.

[Wildrun]

"Burr. That be roight noice tune you'm playin thur, zurr."

The mole wrinkled her snout in a smile and pushed the cellar door open with her foot. In her hands was a large basket, full to the brim with cheeses of different types and crackers. Lowering it carefully onto the table beside the wine, Cavvy dusted her paws off and smoothed down her apron.

"Hurr, do ye moind ifn Oi sit 'ere wit' ye, zurr? The Froir asked if Oi could come down hurr and troi 'is cheeses with woine. And et is yurr woine, zurr. Here," she pushed the basket across to Orfum with a heavy digging claw, "Will you'm 'elp Oi? Et's an awful lot 'o cheese, et be."

((...I can NOT speak mole. ^^"))

[mullisbt]

Orfum was a little startled by the presence of the mole, but he broke into a smile. He set his hogtwanger down in its case and looked at the cheese. "Aye marm I think I could help with that. Just let me get a few varieties of wine."

Orfum disappeared into the darkness of his cellar. He didn't trip or stumble for he knew the cellar like the back of his paw. He grabbed a firkin of strawberry coridal, a barrel of elderberry wine, and a cask of october ale from three seasons ago. He felt it was a nice mixture of flavors.

Once he sat down he reached over to his bung hammer and stake. He broached the barrel of wine and filled two glasses. He slid one down in front of the mole and set the other down in front of himself. "This is a good batch, made by my pa twenty seasons ago."