The third X; A guard's duty, Jou's Tale
Jou's stomach kept up it's chorus of grumbles when he entered the chef's kitchen, "Oie, Kahukoo, can ya wip me up sumthin too eat?" Jou asked hopefully, though his hopes were suddenly dashed to the ground as a different voice answered, "No, he can't mutt, now go off and be a good boy before I report both you and the cook to the pharaoh's father."
Jou cringed, the previous pharaoh had more than just greatly disliked him, he hated and loated him even and the pharaoh's father didn't go about trying to hide it either. Grumbling curses under his breath towards the high priest he began to exit the room, "Mutt, it's not polite to curse in the presence of someone much more important than you'll ever be." Floated the high priest's voice across the room as Jou stomped unceremoniously out the door and out the front gate; not even pausing to greet his sleeping friend Honda at his post.
Arriving at the tavern, Jou sat at a bar stool and ordered a shot whisky and then another and then another. Then he started to rant, "The daoomn igh piest tinks he nooohs evyting! Es' willy ouust a bastaarrrrd!" and on the trail of insults went until he was interrupted, the only thing that registered in Jou's mind was one word.
Jou's stomach kept up it's chorus of grumbles when he entered the chef's kitchen, "Oie, Kahukoo, can ya wip me up sumthin too eat?" Jou asked hopefully, though his hopes were suddenly dashed to the ground as a different voice answered, "No, he can't mutt, now go off and be a good boy before I report both you and the cook to the pharaoh's father."
Jou cringed, the previous pharaoh had more than just greatly disliked him, he hated and loated him even and the pharaoh's father didn't go about trying to hide it either. Grumbling curses under his breath towards the high priest he began to exit the room, "Mutt, it's not polite to curse in the presence of someone much more important than you'll ever be." Floated the high priest's voice across the room as Jou stomped unceremoniously out the door and out the front gate; not even pausing to greet his sleeping friend Honda at his post.
Arriving at the tavern, Jou sat at a bar stool and ordered a shot whisky and then another and then another. Then he started to rant, "The daoomn igh piest tinks he nooohs evyting! Es' willy ouust a bastaarrrrd!" and on the trail of insults went until he was interrupted, the only thing that registered in Jou's mind was one word.