Mayikte trooped up the stairs behind the bartender, tucking into a box of continental mints that he'd borrowed from the Ald Skar store room. It wasn't stealing, he was going to wake up one morning and find two or three of the things in his bed sheets anyway. No one seemed to keen on free stuff these days. That didn't matter, Mayikte would say, all the more for me!
The barkeeper- whose self esteem had now been reduced to that of a shrew- gingerly opened the door to room one. He began to remove the crates of Scrib jelly, as instructed, while Mayikte made snide comments. Eventually, he got bored, went downstairs, and helped himself to the bartender's life savings and some Flin. It wasn't long before a very tired looking bartender arrived at the door.
'Sir, your room is ready. Cleaned it 'me self, see…' He grinned hopefully as Mayikte entered the room.
'How do you find it, Sir?' He shouted at the door to room one, fishing for compliments.
A large, expensive boot lined with mint wrappers clipped him on the back of the head as he made his way downstairs.
Had the Ald Skar inn not been so bad for business, the bartender, whose name was Jeremy, would have told his only customer exactly where he could shove his unfair and downright rude comments. However, the rent didn't pay itself, and up 'til now, Jeremy had been doing some of the most outlandish odd jobs the Redoran Council could come up with. They probably thought of it as a bit of a laugh, maybe had a competition for the worst job to give to old Jeremy. It was very demeaning, as stated earlier. Jeremy the Oddjobber, they called him. Well, no longer. Old Jeremy wasn't standing for it any longer. In fact, he was going to take a stand.
As Jeremy wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, it had taken him a good few hours to complete this train of thought. At around three in the morning, he knocked down the door of room one and chucked a Tanto over to Mayikte.
'Get outta bed!' He growled, 'I'm off to go and make a stand. My wife went to bed six minutes ago, and if I woke her up, she'd tear me bleedin' head off. That means you're second in command, chum. C'mon sissy boots…let's go!'
With that, Jeremy leapt out of the window. Even though he'd broken down the door, it was still a perfectly good exit. But, Jeremy wasn't the sharpest tool in the box.
Mayikte simply sat in his bed for a few seconds, purely bewildered. Then-
'What the hell are you talking about, you stupid old man?'
