3 The Bar Owner 'Thorin'
Someplace somewhere, a man can be seen walking up by the brick stairway, enclosed by brick walls, he did not regularly walk, as his body leans on the walls as his sole try to stroll as if he's been injured some part of his body.
" Goddamn it! should not drank too much", he murmured.
His face and broad nose were red as a tomato, he has long brown hair, it's not clear since his eyes look asleep, but a blue glimmer can be seen, and his mouth is surrounded by a wet grizzly beard.
"Fenally," he smirked seeing the brown oak door in front of him, he exhaled largely and then shoved the door, and it loudly banged against the wall.
"Goddamn stair," a queen-sized bed can be seen, covered with a red sheet, adorned with golden patterns on the edges. A small balcony can be seen in front facing the bed, and it produces heat from the sun.
The man accosted the bed in a drunk manner.
Bang!, when the sizeable fat body of the man plummeted to the bed, it produced a loud din.
" Should have brought the boy with me," his voice was scarcely hearable as he drowns his face in the soft bed.
A small sound can be heard, and again and again, the same rhythm but it gets louder and louder, it's coming from the direction of the door, someone is trying to go up the stairs.
"Master, you have a visitor," a small voice was produced.
The 'master' did not answer, the body just steadily laid there breathing.
"He said tha tha that you know him," the voice stuttered.
"so what...... I know a lot of people, the fat man replied in a relaxed manner. He stopped laying his whole body on the bed and sat on it instead as he face where the voice was from.
A skinny young man can be seen, his head is clearly shaped like a mango, he has short hair, blue eyes and a flat nose, his chin is pretty big compared to average.
The young man walked three steps toward the master and said.
" He was about 3 years older than me, at first I thought It was just a a-- a joke, but he knows it master, the code, he whispered it to Lisera", he said while the smell of alcohol engulfed his sense of smell.
The fat man pondered for a while," You're 18 right?".
" Close master, I'm 16", he answered.
" I only know few bucks worth citing, It can't be some nobles, and I hope it's not that prick who sold his daughter to me personally, sick man!, then I suppose."
The fat man gets up the bed with a tremendous struggle.
"It better be worth it or else," he urged the boy gestured by his left hand.
"I'm still drunk, I just reached this freak of a floor, now who want to meet your honorable Thoron."
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"Sir you can't order if you don't pay first."
"I'm really sorry but can't at least pay later I'm waiting for someone, and I was expecting him to bring the money," the young man explained.
" Sorry but I can't do that it's one of our tavern's rule," the lady apologized, she was wearing a dirty white dress as she stands beside the young man sitting in the chair. The young man sighed as he gives up, " Can't I at least get a cup of water, I'm really thirsty from traveling", he pleased.
" Well that's no problem, wait," she walked away in a hurry, the young man is tilting his head, sitting on a maple chair, in front of him is about 1-meter rectangular maple table.
" Busy as ever," he commented seeing the different groups of men talking, while they hold a wooden cup, some are just munching their meal.
Some of the men were wearing swords on their waist, some had ax, daggers and some were just unarmed. The loud guffaws, the fragrance of wine and ale, the oil in the seared meats, the munching of food and the banging of cups engulfs the room, people call it the 'music of a tavern.'
The young man noticed that not all were minding their own business, some were taking a glance of him, he just smiled, showing no concern, he doesn't really care if those people's attention is on him, a young man alone in a tavern is such a rare sight after all.
" Ohh," the young man reacted seeing the same woman holding a cup.
" Here's your water, must be drained from all that walking," the lady said then place the cup on the table.
" I thank you, don't worry I'll pay your service later, it's not against the rules, isn't it? ", he said with a smile then drank the water in the cup.
" No it isn't", the woman smiled and said" If the person you're waiting for will come just call me then I can get your order," she explained then walk away.
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" Now where's the young lad you're talking about?", Thorin loudly asked the skinny boy.
" There," the boy pointed, the vast room was not as dark although all the windows are closed, and just the door is opened, one lamp was lighted in every pillar.
"Hmmm," Thorin concentrated his eyes where the boy pointed with his fingers.
He noticed a young man sitting on a chair alone, his sight was not clear since his drunk, but the man has an exterior of dark hair, an almond shape eyes and he has skin as white as paper.
" Now ... Now", Thorin stood still for a while.
Hanzo!!!!!!!
The majority of people stopped what they are doing as if the loud voice of the man were an explosion to their ears.
The man laughed as he drunkenly walked towards the young man, Hanzo obviously noticed and laughed.
" Uncle Thorin," he patted Thorin's back as Thorin hugged him tightly.
Everyone looked startled, notably the skinny boy, it took a few seconds before the others return to their own business.
" You're pretty drunk, and it's still morning," Hanzo exclaimed noticing the intense smell of alcohol in Thoron's breathe.
"Morning? I thought it's still dark", Thorin then tilted his head as he looks at the intense bright in the door.
Both of them laughed together.
" Thou I noticed the heat of the sun upstairs, I was exhausted at the time, Imagine me, this fat stomach of mine climbing those fucking long stairs every day just to sleep, I rather drink here until I fell asleep," Thorin laughed.
He noticed that Hanzo took a glance on his back.
" Ohhh... that's my lackey, Miserys?", he struggled to remember.
" Midea, Master Thorin," the skinny young man answered.
" Well, don't mind him," Thorin gestured with his hands.
" You can sit Uncle," there were four chairs available on Hanzo's table.
The fat man blatantly sat as the chair made a creeky sound when his large bottom settled.
" You can sit," Hanzo saw that Midea was just standing alongside Thorin.
" No I cant," he declined.
" Yes he can't," Thorin supported.
" Well I at least have to thank you for bringing Uncle here, you probably risked your job on this," Hanzo insisted.
Thorin then gestured and then made Midea take a sit.
"It's a good thing that Uncle's finally here, finally I can eat," Hanzo exclaimed.
"You did not ask the waitress?", Thorin was surprised.
" She said no," Hanzo answered.
" I did not bring any money, unfortunately, and so she did not allow me," he further explained.
" Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" , Thorin cursed.
A woman then approached the cursing Thorin.
" What's the problem master?", she asked worriedly.
" Who the heck starved this precious young man inside this tavern?", he angrily asked.
The woman hesitated for a second," It's me, master, I did not mean to."
Thorin was about to do something to the woman but
" It's not her fault Uncle, she said it was a rule," Hanzo explained.
Thorin stopped and sat on the chair then abruptly laughed,
" Oh yes yes yes, I remember, It's about paying first before eat, I'm really sorry, kid."
Hanzo gazed at Thorin like he's asking for something.
" I'm sorry about that Helga," Thorin forcibly apologized.
" No It's nothing master," she accepted.
" Hanzo order anything you want, it's free for you," Thorin warmly smiled.
" If that's what you want," he laughed, Helga approached Hanzo and took his orders, a few minutes later, she arrived holding two plates, the one had roasted duck on it, the sweet as honey aroma engulfed Hanzo's nose as he takes a closer look. The other one contained a pie accompanied with an apple scent.
" I'll bring your ale in a minute."
" Please you may," Hanzo said.
"I should make an exception with the tavern rules," Thorin whispered to himself as he watches Hanzo hugely consume the dishes, duck in the left and pie on the other, his mouth formed like a massive bubble.
"uhhmmm habb tssooo."
" You should gulp that first," Thorin accompanied his suggestion with a laugh.
" I said you don't have too, I mean not for me at least," Hanzo repeated adequately.
" Why is that ?", Thorin inquired curiously.
" I'm done with the group Uncle, today was my last day, and I have a plan that needed your help," Hanzo responded with a severe tone.
" Continue... Continue", Thorin suggested.
" I want to buy a house," Hanzo proceeded.
Thorin then laughed, " That's not a problem for me, I can give you Helga if you want."
"No just give me money, I don't how much thou, what do you think?", Hanzo refused.
"If you're talking about a medium size house, it's about a hundred or so golden lions, but since I want you to live comfortably, then I'll give you five hundred golden lions," Thorin answered.
Hanzo almost choked he then drunk the arrived ale then let out a huge sigh.
" Houses are that expensive?"
"If your a merchant you get to know prices and that everything has a price if it doesn't have one, like the air that you breathe it means it's free," Thorin answered.
"Anway you've done huge contributions to my business, I won't mind giving you a small amount of money."
" You're really rich, uncle, I won't forget your help like you won't forget mine," Hanzo warmly smiled.
" You don't have to bother about money as long as your generous uncle Thorin is still living and drinking," the two of them giggled, Thorin then sighed, grinning for a long time took a lot of his breath.
" Midea, call the Old Legis, say that the 'Little Devil' is here and he requires help."
"Yes master," Midea hurridly stood up and walk away.
