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DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG The bell of the local farm rang loudly in its ears
*A man walks into the house tavern takes his seat for all the better, he walks swiftly and with airs of dignity but also ONE OF RESPECT*
"Wow!"
"Crazy!"
"Insane!"
The wind blows the rusted woody sign of the sign of the Inn of Brogdar outside, a strong wind. It is the inn place for all the travelers to discuss t heir misadventures, tonight this mysterious man shrouded in darkness will be the centrifuge of attention.
"Give me... something to parch my thirsty quenches, for it is long time since i have had last had a drink to put in.'
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-?" THE BARTENDER LET OUT A MIGHTY ROAR AS IF IT WAS A BAR FOR LIONS AND NOT FOR HUMANS.
One feminin woman knocked over her table in the hustle and bustle to leave the bar because incase you did not already FIGURE OUT a fight was about to GOOO ODOOWNN
"Heh.. Heh... so many drinks and you just ask for a drink, i can't believe this these customers these days who do you think they are?"
"The bartender his has game" a whipser rushed over the crowed
"Here is the strongest drink that i have... it is on the house, or should I say, on the inn."
A chuckle was emitted.
"Strongest drink hm? What's it going to do, lift up a cattle?"
The bar stopped dead silenty in its tracks, nobody makes jokes about the alchol except the bartender.
"Crazy..."
"Before I take this drink of this drink on the inn this guy gave me, I will tell you my story, why I came here tonight."
He drew a sword f rom under his mysterious cape and threw it across the room. "Don't need that anymore for anything ever."
Now for my story....
TO BE CONTINUED