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"Oh, well, I don't know what it's going to by like now that we're here in Scarburg," Quin said. "Back in Edoras, on market days, the soldiers who were not on duty would go out to the market. Some of the men play a game of chance in their free time, but lord Athanar does not encourage that sort of gaming. I have never joined in, though I've watched. They often make wagers against each other, occasionally playing for money, but more often playing for favors or service from one another."
"Aye," Hylath added, "like that one time Aforglaed lost to Scyrr and spent the rest of the afternoon polishing his stirrups and armor."
"During the evenings, when we had pints of beer to drink, some of the men will tell stories. Some have been to the wars and they still remember the battles. Sometimes the men will sing. Hylath here has a good voice for a tune." Hylath looked partially modest towards the praise.
"I have the feeling that while we're here, there will not be much time for such play," Hylath said after a pause. "There is much to be done at Scarburg - the building of the hall not the least of our tasks to accomplish."
"But surely it's not all work and drudgery," Quin said. His brows knit concernedly over his eyes and he turned to look a Leof. "Surely you have times in which there is merriment and not all work? What do you do for fun?"
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