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A Wingly's Tale: Chapter Two: At the Tavern in Kazas
I slipped into the tavern, for the most part unnoticed. The argument I'd just had with Emperor Doel lingered on my mind. The tavern was the perfect place to rid myself of the memory and lose it in a nice swig of whiskey. Doel… damn him. He was hanging on my nerves like a piranha on my flesh.
"You did what?!" Doel shouted. The hall had been quite silent before and the words came towards me as an attack.
"I ordered them not only to find the girl, but wreck the place as well." I replied. I hated having anyone yell at me like that, and the anger welled in my veins while my face remained impassive. He just sat there on his filthy ass as he did all day long, glaring down on me with it in his hot head that I was his inferior.
I am no one's inferior.
"What?! It was your idea in the first place, Your Majesty." Always addressing him with respect got pretty annoying after a while. "Remember? Or you coming down with Carlo-itis? You mentioned yourself that it would be too peculiar just invading Seles for the hostage!"
He had no reply, and simply ordered me to leave. When I met with him before the invasion of Seles, I had been under the strong impression that Doel had been all for that idea, but now I knew I had been decieved.
It beat me why he didn't want Seles destroyed down to the last feeble child. His men seemed to, it struck me that they were all for it. But then again, perhaps they were only into it for the money. Oh well, I had to remember that I had gotten myself into this predicament.
After getting my hands on the whiskey bottle, I scanned the room for one of my slight acquaintances. Bob was seated alone at a table nearer to the back. I made my way towards him, ducking and dodging the mad chaos as a few ugly brutes broke out in a brawl. Not that I knew him that well, but I would much rather like to enjoy a dull conversation to keep from getting drunk.
Sliding into my seat, I said my greetings. He grunted, and I took that as an okay for me to join him in his misery. He must have been here for a while, because I spotted a few empty bottles pushed to the side. Before long he lost me in a well-exaggerated tale about a fishing trip. Great. At least my mind was free to wander.
The tale seemed endless, going on and on. After a while I was brought back to life when I realized that Bob's voice had stopped. Hoping I didn't make a fool of myself, something that would surly hurt my social standing, I had a question that I wanted to ask.
"Bob?" I inquired, grabbing his attention. "Do you think destroying Seles was a bad action?"
He looked at me. I know it must've been odd hearing that come from my mouth, with my reputation, or so put. He tad just taken another swig, and had to swallow before answering. "If you really want to know, I don't" He took another swig. "Not morally."
"It was almost a necessary secure." I said quickly. My bottle of whiskey remained untouched, and I had no intention of doing so.
Out of the corner of my eye I could spot that two of Imperial Sandora's men that were a part of the same multitude that raided Seles had emerged through the tavern door. Bob noticed them as well, raising his hand and waved them towards our table.
Two of them stood before us, one short and one tall. The short one started to speak, "Great Commander, a soldier bearing red armor had come to Seles, probably catching a sight of that Dragon that was prowling around-"
"Dragon?" I repeated dubiously. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was ignored.
"Anyway, he came into Seles and drew his sword against us. We have a hunch that he is headed to Hellena, after the girl that was taken hostage."
I had my eyebrows raised. This was interesting news.
"We figure if you are to meet him head on, you should leave as soon as possible." the short one said, his tall companion nodding and gesturing at his words.
I was of course going to go, as it had been a part of my original scheme. Of course there will be so-called heroes who will come to save the mayor's daughter. They will brave the measures needed to rescue the girl and so win fair lady's heart, as well as the reward implied.
I exited the tavern and now prepared my steed for the journey of short notice. Midnight was excited about riding again, usually the horses were kept bored and with nothing to do. Soon, we were riding away from the Black Castle and it's captivity.
Back to Hellena and that idiot, Freungul. How could a git like that ever become the head of a prison, I don't know. If it was a competition of folly, by goddess he would win in an instant. I sighed as I crossed the drawbridge, indirectly hoping that this red soldier had a good sword for killing.
He was a regular hero, the usual charming prince of favorite fairy tales, he was handsome and not more than twenty-five years of age. He was indeed clad in armor the color of human blood, and his hair was spiked, having been styled every which way. I caught a glimpse of him as he rushed into battle with Freungul.
The hero wasn't alone. He had two fighting by his side, the girl was a given, and who I recognized to be Lavitz Slambert, head of the First Knighthood of Basil. They had met up with Freungul and his senior wardens near the entrance of the prison in their attempt to escape with Shana. They succeeded in killing his minions off before murdering the old git himself. Not a wise move, in my opinion, I'd rather not let him live another minute, killing him quickly and get it over with.
After a while of waiting, and more poor battle tactics, the trio won the fight. Yet Freungul remained, and I stared directly at his belly in horror. He was really fat. I wondered if that way the sword took longer to reach his heart.
"Is he immortal?" I heard one of them say in disbelief.
However, they took no time to dwell on that horrifying thought, and hurried out of the prison in haste. So their attempt to rescue Shana had been successful.
I didn't mind. They didn't know they were in the palm of my hand.
( S.C.= Hey… I hnow, I know. Lloyd is not really the Great Commander, I added the title hoping to show respect to my favorite Wingly. Anyway, it sounds good. )
A Wingly's Tale: Chapter Two: At the Tavern in Kazas
I slipped into the tavern, for the most part unnoticed. The argument I'd just had with Emperor Doel lingered on my mind. The tavern was the perfect place to rid myself of the memory and lose it in a nice swig of whiskey. Doel… damn him. He was hanging on my nerves like a piranha on my flesh.
"You did what?!" Doel shouted. The hall had been quite silent before and the words came towards me as an attack.
"I ordered them not only to find the girl, but wreck the place as well." I replied. I hated having anyone yell at me like that, and the anger welled in my veins while my face remained impassive. He just sat there on his filthy ass as he did all day long, glaring down on me with it in his hot head that I was his inferior.
I am no one's inferior.
"What?! It was your idea in the first place, Your Majesty." Always addressing him with respect got pretty annoying after a while. "Remember? Or you coming down with Carlo-itis? You mentioned yourself that it would be too peculiar just invading Seles for the hostage!"
He had no reply, and simply ordered me to leave. When I met with him before the invasion of Seles, I had been under the strong impression that Doel had been all for that idea, but now I knew I had been decieved.
It beat me why he didn't want Seles destroyed down to the last feeble child. His men seemed to, it struck me that they were all for it. But then again, perhaps they were only into it for the money. Oh well, I had to remember that I had gotten myself into this predicament.
After getting my hands on the whiskey bottle, I scanned the room for one of my slight acquaintances. Bob was seated alone at a table nearer to the back. I made my way towards him, ducking and dodging the mad chaos as a few ugly brutes broke out in a brawl. Not that I knew him that well, but I would much rather like to enjoy a dull conversation to keep from getting drunk.
Sliding into my seat, I said my greetings. He grunted, and I took that as an okay for me to join him in his misery. He must have been here for a while, because I spotted a few empty bottles pushed to the side. Before long he lost me in a well-exaggerated tale about a fishing trip. Great. At least my mind was free to wander.
The tale seemed endless, going on and on. After a while I was brought back to life when I realized that Bob's voice had stopped. Hoping I didn't make a fool of myself, something that would surly hurt my social standing, I had a question that I wanted to ask.
"Bob?" I inquired, grabbing his attention. "Do you think destroying Seles was a bad action?"
He looked at me. I know it must've been odd hearing that come from my mouth, with my reputation, or so put. He tad just taken another swig, and had to swallow before answering. "If you really want to know, I don't" He took another swig. "Not morally."
"It was almost a necessary secure." I said quickly. My bottle of whiskey remained untouched, and I had no intention of doing so.
Out of the corner of my eye I could spot that two of Imperial Sandora's men that were a part of the same multitude that raided Seles had emerged through the tavern door. Bob noticed them as well, raising his hand and waved them towards our table.
Two of them stood before us, one short and one tall. The short one started to speak, "Great Commander, a soldier bearing red armor had come to Seles, probably catching a sight of that Dragon that was prowling around-"
"Dragon?" I repeated dubiously. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was ignored.
"Anyway, he came into Seles and drew his sword against us. We have a hunch that he is headed to Hellena, after the girl that was taken hostage."
I had my eyebrows raised. This was interesting news.
"We figure if you are to meet him head on, you should leave as soon as possible." the short one said, his tall companion nodding and gesturing at his words.
I was of course going to go, as it had been a part of my original scheme. Of course there will be so-called heroes who will come to save the mayor's daughter. They will brave the measures needed to rescue the girl and so win fair lady's heart, as well as the reward implied.
I exited the tavern and now prepared my steed for the journey of short notice. Midnight was excited about riding again, usually the horses were kept bored and with nothing to do. Soon, we were riding away from the Black Castle and it's captivity.
Back to Hellena and that idiot, Freungul. How could a git like that ever become the head of a prison, I don't know. If it was a competition of folly, by goddess he would win in an instant. I sighed as I crossed the drawbridge, indirectly hoping that this red soldier had a good sword for killing.
He was a regular hero, the usual charming prince of favorite fairy tales, he was handsome and not more than twenty-five years of age. He was indeed clad in armor the color of human blood, and his hair was spiked, having been styled every which way. I caught a glimpse of him as he rushed into battle with Freungul.
The hero wasn't alone. He had two fighting by his side, the girl was a given, and who I recognized to be Lavitz Slambert, head of the First Knighthood of Basil. They had met up with Freungul and his senior wardens near the entrance of the prison in their attempt to escape with Shana. They succeeded in killing his minions off before murdering the old git himself. Not a wise move, in my opinion, I'd rather not let him live another minute, killing him quickly and get it over with.
After a while of waiting, and more poor battle tactics, the trio won the fight. Yet Freungul remained, and I stared directly at his belly in horror. He was really fat. I wondered if that way the sword took longer to reach his heart.
"Is he immortal?" I heard one of them say in disbelief.
However, they took no time to dwell on that horrifying thought, and hurried out of the prison in haste. So their attempt to rescue Shana had been successful.
I didn't mind. They didn't know they were in the palm of my hand.
( S.C.= Hey… I hnow, I know. Lloyd is not really the Great Commander, I added the title hoping to show respect to my favorite Wingly. Anyway, it sounds good. )