A loud scene plays out at a local tavern, with glasses clanking, cheers erupting, people chattering, and a lone piano player playing an upbeat tune. Within this cheerfulness lie three individuals sitting around an upper left mahogany table. One person, a gruffer looking fellow, wears a pointed hat, chipped in the front and painted a tainted, aged yellow, a ragged furred poncho with his chest exposed, blue bloomer paints with alternating white and blue stripes running across the pants, generic brown boots, scuffed and dirty, a red cloth worn underneath the bloomer pants, but shown above the top of the bloomers, conveniently covering the man’s belly button, and a brown belt running across the red cloth on his left side, but being dragged down to his pants by a worn yellow satchel on his right. He bears a crossed scar on his left cheek and a ragged scar on his left forearm, thus accentuating the gruff persona that the individual gives. The second person, sitting to the gruff fellows left is more boyish in comparison, bearing a red bandana and soft brown hair being shown to the sides of it. His boyish, sweet brownish eyes conflict with the harsher black, beaty eyes of his companion, as well as his face being softer and hairless, in comparison to his companion’s poorly shaven face. Yet, the boy, nonetheless, stills exhibits an air of confidence and care. His wears a yellow tunic, blue dress shirt, dull green pants, and tall hiking boots that reach his knees, all clean and fresh. A belt runs across his mid-driff, tightly snugged to his tunic, and the tunic bears a pocket to his lower right, near his pelvis. A sword sheath runs across his back, from his upper right shoulder to the back of his left pelvis and a light green satchel lies to the back of his tunic pocket. The final companion, across from the gruff fellow, is quite smaller than his two companions. He wears an oversized orange cloak, and black shoes which somewhat complement it, both as clean as the boy’s. He also has small black eyes, a nose that’s tucked right between them, and a stubby black goatee, neatly pointing downwards. His lips are quite large and in an oval shape.
“Ahem, my boy, and dolt, today will be the first day of the rest of our…”
“Who ya callin’ a dol’? I ain’t pleased wit that now…”
“Quite dolt, this isn’t the time for that, we need to find a brave adventurer to accompany us, and retake Trodain!”
“What’s there ta save? It sunk inta the ground, didn’t it?”
“Gr… quiet Yangus, you dolt. Don’t say that out loud, oh the shame of it all.”
The gruff looking fellow, named Yangus, merely scratches his forehead, “I don’t get ya sometimes granddad…”
“For the last time, I am not your granddad! Ahem, now Guv, my dear boy, I presume you have the papers, no?”
The boy, Guv, reaches into his satchel, where a brown mouse, bearing a black mane and a tail with a black clump of fur at its tip, curls sleeping next to the papers. He grabs them out with his left hand and places them down onto the table.
“Ah, most excellent my boy, now then, to get a waitress… yoho, over here, I wish to order something over here!”
Yangus: “You’re only scarin’ the poor waitress, Trode, you old troll codger…”
Trode: “How dare you call me that, always so rude to royalty like myself.”
Yangus: “Of sunken castles, almost a fossil me ol’ granddad, soon to be a archeelogis’ treasure…”
Trode: “GAAAAh! Stop butchering the English language, you dolt, it’s archeologist, and I’m not a fossil, you buffoon, I am King of Trodain, and you will respect me as such!” Trode stands up as he says this, barely peaking over the top of the table.
Yangus: “Grrr, don’t you call me buffoon, you troll king. Go under a bridge and call that Trodain, and leave Guv and meself outta it.” Yangus, in reaction to Trode’s action, also stands up, staring down at Trode, causing a stand-off of sorts to occur. The table becomes tense for a moment, until one of the nearby waitresses, wearing a blue bunny suit, approaches. She tilts her head, confused at the ruffle currently occurring, her forefinger touching her bottom lip.
Waitress: “Erm, is everything okay here?”
Trode, slightly leaping with the sudden interruption, looks up at the waitress, and climbs back up into his chair as Yangus, also noticing the waitress, scratches the back of his head as he slumps back into his chair, nearly knocking it backwards onto the ground. Trode mumbles, still displeased at Yangus’ earlier disrespect, and looks towards Guv, who’s currently snoozing, coughing slightly,
“Ahem, Guv, my dear boy, hand the nice girl the papers please.”
Guv, leaps up, his eyes shocked open, and grabs the paperwork desperately. As he does so, he knocks into the satchel with his left elbow, waking up his mouse, causing it climb out of his satchel, and onto his left shoulder, in order to face the waitress. The waitress at first gasps, covering her agaped mouth with both of her hands, before giggling, slightly touching her bottom lip slightly with her left pointer and middle fingers before dropping them back down to her side; she moves both of her hands onto her knees and bends down slightly, smiling at the mouse, which is looking up at her, sniffing the festive air around it.
“Awwwwwww, such a cutie, what’s its name?”
Trode: “Erm… I dunno, I think it’s Munchie though, as it mostly eats our cheese and then sleeps all day, the rotten thing.”
“How rude, don’t call such a cutie rotten, it only needs to eat and be loved.” The waitress begins to scratch Munchie’s head gently, causing it to fall on its side, humming slightly. Guv begins to move the papers gently towards the waitress, wiggling them to draw her attention. The waitress sighs and grabs the paper work, looking them over.
“Oh… another group of adventurers looking for a companion… well there is someone looking for companions, says he wants to go to Baccarat for a vacation or somesuch. Should I notify him of you guys?”
Trode: “Yes, please tell him to come down and meet us, we can then discuss how to go to Baccarat, conveniently on the way to Argonia also.”
“Alright, bye cutie.”
The waitress leaves, blowing a quick kiss to the joyful Munchie before heading up the stairs to bring the other person down to the group. Guv scratches his bandana before placing Munchie back into the satchel. Trode and Yangus go back into the stance, and are about to begin bickering again when they all hear some footsteps walking down the stairs.
“Ah, it’s been some time.”
To be continued
This is a work in progress, and only part of chapter one of what may end up being a more extensive story, if I ever choose to follow up on it. Hopefully you enjoyed it somewhat
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