Continued from Bram’s Adventures: 02.
With his stolen dinner, Bram proceeded into the first inn he could find. The moment he walked inside, he saw the bar and decided that he really needed a drink. With no money in pocket, he certainly wasn’t going to be able to purchase one. He quickly scanned the room for someone who had exceeded their alcohol limit. He wasn’t so lucky; it was still early, after all. But Bram really needed a drink after his long day. So, without any further delay, he proceeded to the counter.
He took a seat at the bar between a man in a cloak and a half-orc. The cloaked man was quiet. He was clearly there by himself, and the only words out of his mouth were to the barkeep and strictly business. The half-orc was clearly a warrior, stripped of his armor and weapons for the evening. The lack of coverings made clear exactly what was on his person: a dagger, a wallet, and a key that was tagged with a number, most likely to room in this inn, all of the items hanging from his belt.
The half-orc finished the last gulp of his drink, slammed the mug on the counter, and shouted at the bartender, “Another ale!” His eyes met Bram for just a second, then Bram averted his vision, and the half-orc growled. “Got something to say, punk‽”
Bram paused for a second, and quickly assembled an idea, then spoke, “Wha’ no, no. Not me. I didn’t say it.”
“Oh. I’m sure it’s nothing. Just gossip, probably.” The half-orc’s face tightened in anger. Bram lowered his voice and began to gesture towards the hooded patron beside him. “This guy was just telling me about you.”
The brute stood up and caught the cloaked man glance at him. “Yeah‽ What’d he say‽”
“Something about you not being able to hold your liquor.” The half-orc’s face relaxed just slightly. “And that you’re as dumb as you are ugly. You’re a social outcast trying to fit into a world that won’t ever accept you. You’ll die alone and unaccomplished because no woman would want to touch you…”
As Bram went on, the brute moved around him and loomed over the hooded patron. “Got somethin’ to say to me‽ Huh‽”
Without moving at all, the hooded man replied, “Si’ down.”
“No! I think ya need to tell me somethin’!”
The hooded man repeated himself, “Si’ down.” Without another word, the half-orc through a punch and the still sitting cloaked man. In one fluid movement, the man dodged the attack, locked the half-orc’s arm against the counter with one arm, and drew a small blade from under his cloak with the other. The half-orc attempted to fight free, but before he could do anything about it, he took a dagger through the sternum. Bram watched the half-orc fall dead. As he raised his eyes, he saw a fist. He hit the ground feeling a lightheaded pain one can only get from being hit in the head. As he lie there on the floor, he felt dizzy and unoriented. Blood was pooling around his face. Then he heard the words, “Next time, I’ll kill you.”
After a few minutes, Bram could managed to see to dead half-orc lying on the floor beside him, along with a number of concerned bar patrons. Bram sat up. He was still lightheaded. He grabbed the items hanging off of the half-orc’s belt and stood up, falling over on the counter. He made his way to his feet, people around him asking if was okay. “Do I look okay?” His words were distorted through his swollen face. He slowly stumbled to the stairs, falling over once more. Bracing himself against the railing, he he held his key out at one of the working girls. “Take me to my room.” That is when he blacked out.
Continues on Bram’s Adventures: 04.