Staring at our young lad, "So, how may I help my number one customer?" asked the Butcher.
"Oh, ah..." wiping the drool off his chops with is hand. " I would like 10 of those chicken breasts, 15 pounds off the rack of ribs, and 20 links of sausage."
"Which ribs do you like?" He asked."We have both pork and baby back."
He still drooling at the sight of ribs," Hum..., I would like," scratching his head, "the ah...the pork, no the baby, no the pork... You know what, surprise me!"
"Since your my number one customer, I'll give you each", wrapping the meat in the paper and tied the meat up. "That will be 800 beli, but for you 750"
Reaching into his pockets he digs out the the beli and starts to counts the amount. "750 beli right?" handing the beli to the Butcher.
"Thats right" handing the meat over and counting the beli to him self. "Hey..., you give me too much!"
"Keep the change," as he walks out the door.
While walking back to monastery, where he lives, sat down under a tree and unwrap the raw sausage and took out 10 and wrap the rest for later. While he finish half of them, he heard cannons coming from the direction of his home. He stuffed one more sausage in his mouth, then dropped the rest, while grabbing the rest of the meat.
As he ran straight to home, jumping over logs and rocks, dodging trees and vines. When he arrived, he find that everything through everywhere and that the monks was laying the ground.
He quickly checked for life of his friends, but he found that their were no survivors.
He then, walked over to one monk with torn black and red cloth in his clutched hand. He picked it up and smelled it. The scent was a mixture of rotten fish, gun powder, and human blood. He stuffed the cloth in his pocket and looked out to the sea and saw specks of ships over the horizon.
He quickly head toward his room and notice that his gold medallion, that the monks have gave him, was gone.
Later that day he dug graves and made grave markers for the monks. He walked over to the cliff side and prayed for the bodies and bowed for revenge on who ever slaughtered them and stole his medallion.
The next day he left the monastery, bring with his knife, bo staff, meat, and some clothes. He jumped into the one of the small fishing boat, the monks used, and mutters, "I don't think they be missing this, He grabbed the ores and begin to row, Time to seek my revenge."
