[OOM] London.

[stuck_mynock]

As soon as Will let him into Nottingham, Atton gave him a quick thanks, told him he'd be back by the next morning (morning after that at the very latest) and Force-sped off to London

Comments

[will_scarlett]

As the weather has been getting nicer, fewer men have been fighting. A long day of working in the fields can be tiring after all.

Much is still there though, drinking an ale and watching two boys fight.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton heads over to him, nodding at the two boys.

"They any good?"

[will_scarlett]

"Good 'nough, aye. Oh ye're back 'gain."

Much smiles, Atton is becoming rather regular in when he shows up and he's a challenge, which few enough men are.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton gives Much a wolfish grin.

"Sure am. How many men've you fought today?"

[will_scarlett]

"Naught, been watchin' the boys try to prove that they can fight me. Yerself?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Nobody. Anybody come close to proving themselves yet?"

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, that lad will 'rhaps be good once 'e learns to fall down properly. 'arold, lad, ye'll 'urt yerself 'fore 'e'll get ye."

The boy who just took a nasty fall looks up and nods, rubbing at his sore elbow.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton chuckles a little.

"Has anyone actually beaten you? You seem pretty confident."

[will_scarlett]

"Course na."

[stuck_mynock]

Solemnly: "Me neither."

This is, of course, a lie, and obvious to nobody more than Much.

[will_scarlett]

"I'll finish me drink an see 'bout given ye a good beatin' then."

Much grins, Atton is a strange man but a good fighter.

[stuck_mynock]

"Look forward to it."

[will_scarlett]

"Ye want a drink while ye're waitin'?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Nah, I'm good."

[will_scarlett]

Much finishes his ale and then hands it to one of the boys,

"Get out o'the way, lads an we'll show ye 'ow its done."

[stuck_mynock]

Atton gives the boys a bright, cheery grin.