"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Dalanesca. And quite a lovely name, makes me sound a bit dull," he said as he smiled at her and raised his flagon in a toast. He could feel the eyes of the men from his table boring into his back and he glanced over his shoulder and mouthed a string of obscenities at them, provoking stifled laughter from Osbert. It was worse than a shield wall, he thought to himself, sitting there with the eyes of the company on him, probably placing wagers and trading barbs at his expense. At least in battle, the enemy was to the front and a man's friends behind him. Tonight, he thought with a crooked smile, he was not so sure. "Though I do agree it has a bit more of a ring to it than 'Shit for brains' so I cannot complain too much."
Wife? Galin nearly laughed at the thought. He had come close to that once, when he was living in the south with this warband the first time, before the War. Time's closest friend and he had been in love, or at least it seemed that way, though as days stretched into months and years, he questioned it altogether. It had been a whirlwind courtship, with the drums of war playing in the background, but when Time was destroyed, his romance died with her. After that, things had been a bit more muddled, as men in the North sought to tie his reputation to their clans with offers of daughters and nieces, but the unfortunate business of killing a chief's nephew put and end to that as well. Shaking his head with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, Galin tried to frame a response. "Well, no, there isn't a wife, so I can see no reason why I shouldn't enjoy your company," he said, looking at her directly. "Though I can't believe you don't have some husband or lover whose jealous attention might get me gutted, not someone as lovely as yourself."
He leaned back and chuckled, a warm, deep rumbled, and ran his fingers through the hair at his temple. He would not admit it, but he was nervous, not terribly, but enough. His fingers through his hair always meant that, a habit that harkened back to the nervousness before a battle, when he would comb back his hair with his fingers before jamming his helmet on and joining the shield wall. But tonight there was no line of swords and spears and men baying for his blood. So he could not make sense of the nervousness. So instead of bothering to make sense of it, he drank again, nearly emptying the ale, and feeling the warmth begin to spread through him, a sure sign he was careening toward intoxication. His cheeks were flushed, though he idly wondered if it were from the attention of the woman or the effects of the stronger southern ale.
"But yes, I have plenty of time to entertain, if you'd be willing to suffer my company," he said and laid his hand on her arm with a warm smile. "But you will have to excuse me a moment." Leaving coins on the bar and his drink, he headed back to his shield-brothers and grinned. Leaning close when he stood behind the captain, he whispered so the woman would not hear him. "I may not make it back to the camp tonight, lord," he said, provoking a chorus of laughs and whistles. "And if I do, I will gut the first man to say a thing about it. And that includes you, Osbert, you miserable old goat. And now, get on your way, the lot of you!" Laughing, they began to filter out, draining their cups and cuffing him on the shoulder as they passed.
When the last staggered out the door into the night, Galin turned back and was relieved to see Dalanesca still in her seat. He brushed against her, blaming the drink and nothing more, and took his seat alongside her. "Sorry about that. The lads can be a bit of a distraction and I have more pressing concerns," he said, smiling crookedly and looking at her with directness. "So where were we, Dalanesca? Something keeps distracting me," he said and winked, finshing the rest of his ale. "Another drink… or…?"