Tomad

The spot in which the stranger chose to sit was the only shadowed place in the bar, the high sun shone in through the door illuminating the rest of the bar. It also happened to be the same spot chosen by another ranger, long ago.

From this corner he could see the entire room; some of the folk here were friendly people, laughing and offering to buy drinks for others. However the was two in the room that the stranger did not like the feel of, they were constantly watching, sneering at people.

One man had more of a presence than the others. The man behind the bar. With brown hair down to his shoulders, a rough beard across his face. He wore a black waste coat the partially covered his white dress shirt. Over the sleeves of his shirt he wore wrist guards they had some for of jewel imbedded in them.

His face was that of a handsome man, he looked proud in his life. His smile was warm and kind, never fake. His laugh was like music, it showed the truly happy nature of the man.

"Brego, another ale please." A man asked walking towards the bar.

"Certainly sir, would you like a pint or a half." Brego replied, picking up a pint cup as he spoke.

"Since when did I ever drink halves?" The voice replied.

"Since the healer told you to take it easy?" Brego said in a mocking tone.

None the less he poured the man a pint and placed it on the bar. He looked at the man in front of him, he could tell he was still sickly but there was nothing he could say to change it. He stood fixing his wrist guard.

Suddenly both Brego and the hooded figure were startled by a loud voice. There seemed to be an argument starting.

"You can't back out now!"

A voice boomed. Suddenly Brego was looking in the direction of a tall man. The stranger in the corner was alert as well.

"You owe me two horses already and I had better get them" The voice continued.

"Tomad, lower your voice or leave, the choice is yours" Brego was getting involved.

He spoke quietly but with authority, and authority this man did not seem to care for. He turned round facing Brego picking up his cup of ale as he did.

"You keep your trap shut, filth!" Tomad shouted throwing the cup at brego.

Instantly the stranger in the corner reacted. Picking up his item leaving the cloth behind, and stringing an arrow to the bow. He fired it almost instantly with out aim. The arrow collided with the cup sending it off course and into a wooden roof support.

The arrow stuck in to the support, keeping the cup on its shaft. Tomad sat down out of fear, stunned at what had happened. Brego turned to look at the stranger. And the stranger kept his bow trained on Tomad.

"I recommend you leave her now sir. Or next time the arrow will be for you, not your cup."

The bow never moved, it was aimed straight for Tomads heart. Brego did not appear to like this weapon. The roomed seemed to take on a strange green glow from the fire, as it burned into the dead wood at the bottom of the pile.

Silence.