Death's Door
Chapter 1: Loaded Rifles
The barkeeper had a stained apron. He was currently balancing three glasses in his right hand, while cleaning another glass with a cloth his left hand. He wore a wrecked Top Hat which had completely ripped around the top. He wore sandals and a pair of baggy, worn-out jeans.
"Is it really that surprising?” the old barkeeper said. I look at him through my blue-tinted sunglasses. Within the barkeepers withered eyes I see doubt and disbelief, I find myself staring deep within myself... as if his eyes were a mirror into my soul.
I cleared my throat, "Well, I suppose not". I take another sip of the sweet smelling fluid. They called it ‘Guard Whiskey’, although its proper name was Alfermahide... Nobody ever used that name.
I made a wheezing noise as I exhaled, "Pfft, this is pretty strong stuff, even for a Wolvark like me". The barkeep chuckled, "Ya tellin' me, Furlong? I even used to brew some when I was younger. Got in trouble when the booze was confiscated by them Vykkers."
I turn around, placing the glass on the table. I stare once more into the eyes of the barkeep. "That was when that incident happened right? How you lost that patch of skin near your chest?" The barkeeper nodded before tending to the other costumers.
Perhaps I had said too much... or else not said the right thing. Regardless, there wasn't a lot I could have said about that particular night. Best just forgetting I mentioned it.
"#@&%!" I exclaim... once again taking a sip of the beer. I relished in its sweet yet shocking aftertaste.
Before leaving I take a moment to look in the barkeeper's direction. I then proceed to walk out of the building and think about my next assignment. What a headache.
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Hello everyone. I know it's been a while since I wrote my last story. I heard complaints that I only write about Sligs. Well this one is not about Sligs. Also, I do not plan on including Sligs at any point during this story.
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