At the center of the room, Koshei was sitting crosslegged on a small rug.
"Hey there, Koshei," Brundt said, a slight touch of unease in his voice. "Mind if I come in." After Koshei didn't reply, Brundt just walked in and sat at the nearby table anyway. "You wouldn't have anything to drink, wouldya? No? That's okay, I brought my own," he said, pulling out a cask of beer and downing half of it right there.
"What do you want?" asked Koshei, noting how red Brundt's eyes were and how tired he looked.
"There we go. I haven't heard you talk in so long I forgot you knew how," he laughed nervously and then exhaled deeply. "Look, I'm really not good with this touchy-feely kind of stuff, but my wife told me to come down here anyway. Damn that woman," Brundt said, taking another long swig of beer. He no longer looked like the brave warrior that had rescued Koshei from the icy ocean. The past few years had taken their toll on him. The chieftain had gained quite a bit of weight, and the touches of grey in his beard were becoming more and more noticeable.
"I should have been out there with you," Brundt said eventually. "Of course the old lady was about to lose her mind when I started to don my armor. Said I'd be better off helping to evacuate the town. Guess she was right, but still. I sent some men to go and help you, but they all turned coward and ran. And they call themselves Fremmeniks. I hated to see you fight that *thing* alone, but I think I was the only one brave enough to actually help you, and just look at me," he spat, slapping his large belly. "Damn you, Koshei, talking to you is like talking to a wall. Say something already."
"Those people out there," Koshei eventually said, gesturing towards the stairs. "They hate me now, don't they?"
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