FetzenLester walked along a cobble stone path in the heart of a solemn city. The children played as they do today, blissfully unaware of the misery surrounding them. Accept in these times, life was not about keeping your television running. It was about keeping food on the table, plain and simple.
Butchers, farmers, and bakers sold their food by the bundle, auctioning off their items to anyone passing by. Tailors sat back behind windows offering glimpses into their shops. Guards patrolled the streets, keeping the peace (and order). Blacksmiths kept their doors open as they crafted their metal works.
It was more of the same. Like always, he pondered on taking up a new life as a blacksmith's apprentice, or maybe he would pretend to be a bank teller for a while. But these thoughts were pointless. He knew where he would end up.
The sounds of laughter peaked his interest first, then a bit of profanities. A clash and a bang could be heard just before two drunk men were both thrown out onto the streets. A small crowd gathered 'round as the two men got up, angry at each other and the man that stood in the pub's doorway, the man that had thrown them out. Unfortunately for the two of them, the man stood, obviously sober and resting one hand on a medium length saber.
Making a wise decision, the two men decided to turn on each other instead of confronting the pub's guard. After only a few unintelligible words, the men started beating on one another. The crowd cheered in excitement, like beasts in heat.
Lester only smiled as he worked his way around the edge of the crowd to the front door of the pub. The guard let Lester pass by, but not without a quick glance at the gold and violet ring wrapped around Lester's finger.
If Lester could find the owner of the establishment and make him a few drinks, he had no doubt that he would be employed immediately. But first, he had to navigate through this rather large pub to find said barkeep. Naturally, this led him up to the bar itself. He sat on a stool, casually looking around as he waited for a bartender. The pub was quite crowed for a Tuesday night, but not horribly.
Butchers, farmers, and bakers sold their food by the bundle, auctioning off their items to anyone passing by. Tailors sat back behind windows offering glimpses into their shops. Guards patrolled the streets, keeping the peace (and order). Blacksmiths kept their doors open as they crafted their metal works.
It was more of the same. Like always, he pondered on taking up a new life as a blacksmith's apprentice, or maybe he would pretend to be a bank teller for a while. But these thoughts were pointless. He knew where he would end up.
The sounds of laughter peaked his interest first, then a bit of profanities. A clash and a bang could be heard just before two drunk men were both thrown out onto the streets. A small crowd gathered 'round as the two men got up, angry at each other and the man that stood in the pub's doorway, the man that had thrown them out. Unfortunately for the two of them, the man stood, obviously sober and resting one hand on a medium length saber.
Making a wise decision, the two men decided to turn on each other instead of confronting the pub's guard. After only a few unintelligible words, the men started beating on one another. The crowd cheered in excitement, like beasts in heat.
Lester only smiled as he worked his way around the edge of the crowd to the front door of the pub. The guard let Lester pass by, but not without a quick glance at the gold and violet ring wrapped around Lester's finger.
If Lester could find the owner of the establishment and make him a few drinks, he had no doubt that he would be employed immediately. But first, he had to navigate through this rather large pub to find said barkeep. Naturally, this led him up to the bar itself. He sat on a stool, casually looking around as he waited for a bartender. The pub was quite crowed for a Tuesday night, but not horribly.
