"Bartender!" I called "Get this nice old timer a round of ale!" Once the man seemed satisfied I leaned towards him over the table. All of my hatred for Abner began to rise in a matter that it hadn't since the attack. I swallowed it down. Emotions were dangerous for someone in his business, and hatred was the worst, followed only by love. Though I couldn't really place love on a scale because I hadn't ever really felt it. I loved King as best friends tend to do, but I had never really [i]loved[/i] anybody, not even my parents. I shook my head. "You got your ale old man, now it's your turn."