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The guard stood, grabbing the lance he had sat to his side, and strode to the stairwell as Leif stumbled over to meet the guard. They met in the middle of the room where the guard towered over Leif, leering down at the drunk with a sneer. βWho are you?β He annunciated every word, his voice piercing through Leifβs soul.
βAhβm Leif.β The drunk mumbled, looking around the bar for help. While some watched on, curious to see what would happen, most were looking away at the friends or their drinks.
βWell, Leif, if youβre quite finished, perhaps you wouldnβt mind accompanying me to the dungeon, hm?β The green-yellow eyes glinted with something like joy.
βErm, nahβ
βExcuse me?β The guard demanded, tapping his fingers along his lance. βWould you like to end up on the end of this?β
βErmβ¦ Nah?β Leif replied, looking around the room.
The room was still for a moment, unperturbed by both men. In a moment, however, the stillness was given momentum by Casimer, who brought the guard a mug of mead, practically shoving it into his hands. From the distance, Casimer could smell his foul breath and he instantly recalled this guard as the one who had stopped him on his first day at the College of the Arts.
βO-on the house, sir.β Casimer stammered, avoiding all eye contact. He fumbled to grab Leifβs wrist, trying to lead him up the stairs. βCome on, M-Mr. Habar, you need to lie d-down for the nightβ¦β
The guard took a moment to think, processing what just happened. With a final gaze around the room, he grunted, took a swig of the mead, and threw the mug onto the floor, spilling mead everywhere. He then threw a few copper coins into the mess, slamming the oak doors of the Common Cup Inn. Zak watched him leave, stroking the sable stubble on his chin as the conversations around him slowly resumed.
ImprintPublication Date: 04-30-2018
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Dedication:
This is basically the culmination of 22 years of being a nerd and basically LARPing with my friends so here's to those good times
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