Chapter 9: Where Everyone Knows Your Name

Hey there everyone, welcome to the latest chapter of my Terraria story! I know it has been quite a while since this story has been last updated, but I hope you people still will stick around to read the rest of this story. Anyway, on with the Chapter!

I do not own Terraria, it belongs to Microsoft and Re-Logic

As Wyatt entered the pub, he let out a small tired sigh. Fighting off that army of Old Ones had been exhausting, more exhausting than he would want to admit to anyone. The Nurse was especially not happy, given she had to patch everyone up afterwards. But that was the life of a healer, Wyatt guessed…

The Player reached the counter of the pub, noticing just how empty it was. Not even the Demolitionist was in, and he spent most of his free time here. Wyatt just shook his head, before reaching onto the counter and started roughly slapping his hand against the wooden counter.

"Hey, anyone here?" Wyatt shouted, his voice reverberating throughout the seemingly empty pub. "I'm dying of thirst here!"

The words had barely left the Player's lips, before the backdoor to the pub violently swun open, as if it had been hit by one of the Demolitionist's explosives. As the wooden door slammed against the chipped wall behind it and the door's frame shook from the force, a man made his way from the back of the pub. The man was fairly large, at least a full head taller than Wyatt was, with a mean scowl etched onto his unshaved face. He had on a dirty apron, covered in stains, and a meat cleaver clutched tightly in one of his calloused hands. However the scowl quickly disappeared from the large man's face, as he saw who was making all that noise.

"Well, as I live and breathe. Nice to see ya, boss." Javahawk the Tavernkeep announced, a wide grin evident on his face. "I was worried those Old Ones had done you in."

Wyatt couldn't help but chuckle at that, as he sat down on the nearest stool. He could feel some of the pain ease from his knees, as he took a seat; he was ready for a nice long nap after what he had just been through.

"Give me some credit, Javahawk. I've fought giant skeletons, floating eyeballs, and literal walls of flesh." Wyatt responded. "It's gonna take something pretty damn tough to finally take me down."

The Tavernkeep just gave a grunt at that, as he reached down behind the bar counter. The smile on Wyatt's face grew even wider, as he saw Javahawk pull up a bottle of ale and slide it towards the Player. Wyatt only just now realized how thirsty he was and how desperate he was for a drink, as he stared a hole right into that bottle of ale. Wyatt reached into his bag, pulling out some Defender Medals; he did not really understand why the Tavernkeep liked these copper coins so much or why he only accepted them, but Wyatt wasn't exactly in the mood to ask. All he wanted right now was a nice cold beer and a distraction…

Wyatt's train of thought was quickly derailed, as he felt a large calloused hand on top of his one. He looked up to see the Tavernkeep staring at him, a smirk evident on his face.

"Hey now boss, put them away. This one's on the house." Javahawk answered, shaking his head. "You earned it."

"Javahawk, you spoil me." Wyatt chuckled, putting his Defender Medals back inside his bag.

"Anything for my favorite customer." Javahawk responded.

"Me, your favorite customer?" Wyatt inquired, taking a sip of his ale. "I thought that was Norkas."

Javahawk just laughed at that, as he reached behind the counter and produced another ale. Before Wyatt could say anything, the Tavernkeep started guzzling down the drink, as if his life depended on it. His eyes grew wider as more of the liquid disappeared down Javahawk's gullet, until the Tavernkeep slammed the bottle down onto the counter, completely drained of any liquid.

"Nah, that bum still needs to pay off his tab. I prefer not getting IOUs from my customers." Javahawk responded. "Anyway, drink up boss. Best ale you'll get, I promise ya that."

"I'll take your word for it." Wyatt chuckled, sipping his ale. After the day he had had today, an ale with a friend was probably the best way to end it.

And the latest Chapter of Friendship is done and dusted! I seriously hope all of you wonderful readers have enjoyed this latest chapter and will continue to stick around for the remainder of this story!

Love,

The Desert Dancer