"Yawn*"
I slept like a log. The first thing I noticed was that most of my wounds didn't hurt anymore. I hated to admit it but the doctor's dicine might have been sothing more than just a health drink- but who knew? Surely, not .
I sighed. I couldn't conjure up a better reaction.
The room was dark but light poke through the window. I looked out. It was night and the whole city was lit up. Every house had at least one light. It was fun to stare at the lights. It reminded that there was still hope, there was still civilization. I was still alive.
The sky shimred as well. The stars were playing hide and seek with the clouds.
Will it rain?
The thought of rain brought back horrible mories. I had to focus on sothing else, or I'd drown in emotions.
I put on my armor and headed downstairs. The wooden stairs made creaks as I walked. There was a familiar scent in the air. The scent of alcohol. And so murmurs.
They must have already started drinking.
But the mont I ca down, my eyes opened wide.
What is this?
The place was flooded with people. Murmurs turned to chatter: Their chatter made a unique sound, but none of their words were distinguishable among countless others. It was like I was in the middle of the streets again of a foreign city. Bards sang in the corner and so dancers danced to the tune. Calling it lively would have been just an understatent.
I looked around and in a corner, there were familiar faces.
"What is going on here? There were barely two guys here this afternoon…" I said as walked close to them.
I had to speak louder than usual. The background noise was getting in the way of my sanity.
"This is what always happens to this inn at night. Everybody from around the town visit to drink. This place is very famous for the drinks you know," the old man said.
With a solid laugh, he made sit down. He ordered food and more drinks; he was already quite drunk. Brenda and Jowy were here too. I was still skeptical about Jowy though. But I had to make my peace with it.
However, there were also two other faces here: naly, the man from the food stall and the owner of the weapons shop.
Him I get but why is the food guy here?
"I believe I should introduce you to our guests this evening," the old man said.
How's this evening? Even I can tell that were way past the evening mark….
"Nice to et you two, I'm Daarc. I believe we've already t." I introduced myself first. Of course I'd t both of them in the city but I never had to ti to properly introduce myself before.
"Anyway, I'd go first. I'm Denkaborkarere. Nice to et ya all. Although we already know each other." The old man let out a triumphant chuckle. He wasn't first like he claid but he was definitely more drunk that I thought.
The old man from the food stall turned to . "That's right, but I didn't know you knew this shitty old man with his shitty na! Denka-whatever my ass!"
Actually I agree!
I almost threw up the food trying not to laugh. It was hilarious, if nothing else.
"Hey what is that supposed to an, you hideous monster! Your na is no better!" The old man wasn't taking that insult without uttering his own.
What is going on here? Is that sothing worth fighting over?
The food stall guy stood up. "Shut it ugly! I'm proud of my na! At least people call by my na! Ha haaha." His laugh was forced and probably was used as sarcasm then an actual laugh.
"Huh! Yeah right! Don't ya know they call you Bonkarin the drunk behind yar back?" The old man stood up too.
"HUH!?"
"HUH!"
"Don't mind these two gentlen, they are old acquaintances. I am Dileans and as you've said we've already t back in the store." The smith introduced himself.
Which parts of them are gentle?
It was weird to introduce yourself to people you've already t but that's just how it was.
"By the way Daarc, I'm interested in that story too. I've heard the gist from Jowy but I wanted to hear that from you…" Brenda said.
Brenda's voice beca inaudible towards the end. She must have heard from Dileans about my story telling campaign....
"Anyway, boy, you owe a story!" With a serious laugh, Dileans started to pour his drink and focus on .
The two old n, duked it out with words. At one point their curses turned to sweet whispers and they spent the next hour discussing about the future of curry and its importance. I just didn't get old n!
"It all started…" I said my story, and obviously, I sugarcoated most of it like an ideal storyteller.
I didn't say anything about being from another world or anything about the emperor. In this story, I was a lone adventurer who owed an elf for helping out. I tried to help them and ended up saving a city. The elf got injured and we wanted to take her back to Alfeim. But I was betrayed on the way. I kept the rest, attached. I didn't say anything about the god of sea though. Well, most of what I said was probably not lies. This made-up story had at least so truth present, no matter how shady.
But at one point I just couldn't bring myself to say anything about the fate of the pirates. The two old n had already stopped fighting a long ti ago. Brenda had tears in her eyes. The pirates were really brave, or really stupid. I picked the forr and stuck with it.
Dileans must have sensed the atmosphere too. "Alright, that's enough for tonight. But I can't believe you were that brave. Hanging down the neck of that monster!"
I was staring at the wooden table we were sitting at. It had cracks here and there. I tried distracting myself from reality but failed miserably. "I was desperate, not brave…" And that really was the truth.
"Aren't we all?" Jowy added.
For a mont I had totally forgotten that Jowy was here, to begin with. He didn't have much of a presence
Dileans laughed, paused, and then added, "Are you sure you don't want any drinks though? I could at least get you one drink you know…"
"Sorry but I really don't drink…"
It wasn't like I couldn't drink in fact it was the opposite. I used to drink so much that more than half of my monthly budget was spent on boozes. But after a certain incident, I stopped drinking.
I promised her that I wouldn't.
"Alright then, it's getting late. The wife will start yelling if I get more late…" Dileans stretched his back and stood up.
"Yeah, run ho, boy. We don't want your pretty wife to be lonely do we? Ya ha hah ah!" Old man Bonkarin –that probably wasn't his na- said.
That kind of made jealous though.
Reviews
All reviews (0)