Oh by all the gods… It's you!
Checkers and Robe screamed…
George looked back towards the door. All he could see was a little shadow and a tuff of well-combed hair from where he was sitting.
"'Tit is the monster!" shrieked Robe and laughter roared through the Tavern.
"Ha! That lil' tyke is the monster yer talkin' about!" Croak roared, and he laughed so hard that his side shook. Croak was one of George main men. He was a big burly fellow with kind eyes and a hard grip.
"E' don't look more than eleven!" Picker shouted.
George tried to learn to one side to get a better look. But he still got the back of men.
There was a loud cough and Robe and Checkers screamed again. The laughter exploded with a new burst of laughter.
That's what you get when you give a tavern full of drunken men and a joke, George thought warily. He looked towards Checkers and Robe again. They were squished back in the far corner of the tavern together shaking for all their might.
"I said 'Ahem!'" a little voice said, barely audible above the load noise.
The tavern quieted down slightly.
"Shut up!" The voice cried with all it might.
The tavern went silent.
"Finally!" said the frustrated voice. "First of all I would like to say that this lil' eleven year old is actually sixteen and 'e is actually a she. So get you information straight before you go blurting it around the place. Plus I, myself, have never met a guy in a dress before!"
"That's because you haven't been to the Dancin' Dove before little, little lass!" Croak shouted jokingly coursing the tavern once again, to burst out in laughter.
From the corner of his eye, George saw Checkers stand up.
"Laugh all you want, but it… she… what ever it is cursed by the gods!" he shouted.
"Oh… thanks ever so much!" The girl muttered sarcastically while walking through a group of men towards George's table. Checkers squeaked again and ran out of the back of the tavern with Robe close behind.
George watched them run out.
Croak heaved himself next to George. "Screamed like little girls, didn't they ye highness? No offence little lassie."
"None taken," the girl replied sitting next to the big man.
George for once got a good look at the girl.
"Oh by all the gods… it's you!" George exclaimed.
"Awwww you remember me!" Alanna of Trebond in a sweet singsong voice before going on in a blunt tone. "I'm touched."
"Touched in the head," George growled.
"I don't mean to back chat ye majesty, but be nice to the girl, she's only a little lass," Croak told him.
The little lass smiled evilly at George, and he seemed to be the only one at the table that noticed.
"I can't believe it," he muttered, directing it at Alanna. "You even turn my own men away from me!"
That little evil smile on her face just got a lot wider. George got up and went to his room, but not before he heard Croak mutter to Alanna, "Don't mind him. He's in a grouch today."
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Did you like it, and guess what. I have a new character!
Croak!
He will be in it as often as George! Oh and Picker is someone I made up, he wont be in it often, and Checkers and Robe still are about, as scared as ever.
Sorry it has taken so long to get a chappie up. It's the holidays and the computer was taken in because of the CD rom wasn't working! And then the net didn't and yeah…
I haven't been on the net for a week I think…
Sorry all!