"No, not yet"
From Create Your Own Story
He sighs and when the beers come to you he takes one and lifts it up toward you saying. "Well. Here is to that lucky lass that'll no doubt fall head over heels for a man like you" you nod and grab your own beer taking a sip of it. Owan chugs it and slams the empty mug on the table. You two continue to talk about random things but noting too interesting.
As time goes on Owan gets round after round of beer until he is almost incoherently drunk. Suddenly he starts laughing happily and then the laughs turn into sobs and when you ask him what's wrong he groans and says. "Everything! Te utter day I saw this wee lad who worked at te sables. He look ser sad and I asked him. W-what is you ser sad. And you know what he said!"
You shake your head. "He said that his father died during the bandit raid last month. And I-" Owan held back some barf. "Told him that I'd find him a home but so far I've found nuting." He fell over and sobed again. "Just imagine the poor boy still waiting on me te find him a home."You look around the bar and see many people have somber expressions. Normally cheery the captain should be the life of the party but now he is a sobing mess. What should you do.
