Chapter 10: Law of the Jungle

Hey there everyone, welcome back to the latest Chapter of Friendship! I hope all of you enjoy it.

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As Wyatt leaned back in his chair, sipping on some orange juice, he couldn't help but think how nice it would be to die right about now. He knew he shouldn't have tried having had another ale with the Tavernkeep, and then another, and then another...he lost count after ale number five, but he knew he should've stopped at the first one. Hopefully he would still be alive to have learnt from his awful, awful mistake.

Wyatt's day was about to go from painful to tortuous, as the door to his room swung violently open, with a force so strong it practically buckled. An exhausted groan escaped from Wyatt's lips, as he saw who had kicked his door open; it was Bindi the Zoologist, looking very annoyed.

Wyatt felt his soul leaving his body as his hangover just gained another level of pain; whatever had annoyed Bindi, he was definitely gonna be hearing about it, loudly and clearly. This long day was just about to get a whole lot more longer for him...

"Could you keep it down to a low roar?" Wyatt muttered, rubbing at his temples. "Some of us are trying to die quietly here."

"Wyatt, you totally need to read this." The Zoologist stated, a scowl evident on her face. "This is like, so bogus."

Bindi took the piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand and slammed it straight onto the wooden table separating the two, before sliding it towards Wyatt. The Player just clutched his head, hoping the world would soon stop spinning, as he tried to read whatever had gotten The Zoologist practically frothing at the mouth.

Rubbing at his forehead, Wyatt tried to make sense of the paper in front of him. His hangover must have been worse than he originally thought, as he couldn't make sense of whatever the hell was written down. Like he understood the words and knew what they meant, but when linked together in all these sentences, they might as well have been scribbles. Annoying, unreadable scribbles...After what felt like an eternity, Wyatt finally gave up in frustration as he looked up at Bindi.

"Okay, what in the hell am I even reading?" Wyatt inquired, letting out a tired sigh. "And please, explain it in a whisper."

"I don't know, why don't you ask the Merchant?" The Zoologist fired back. "He like, wants to kick me out of here You have to talk some sense into that jerk."

"Wait, what?" Wyatt asked, confusion evident in his tone. "Bindi, what's going on? And please, do it calmly. I don't think I can handle any yelling right now."

The Zoologist flashed the Player a look, her ears twitching in annoyance, before she relented. Bindi closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths, before turning to look at Wyatt again.

"That paper in your hand? It's like, some kind of legal document saying I can't go inside of the village anymore." Bindi explained. "I knew that old geezer never liked me, but this? This is just beyond cruel, Wyatt."

"Bindi, trust me when I say this; this is never going to happen." Wyatt responded. "And I'm going to have a word with The Merchant about this, trust me."

"I don't know, Wyatt." Bindi admitted. "It looks like, pretty legally binding."

Wyatt did not say anything to that, instead he took the paper and ripped it. The sound of the paper tearing filled the quiet room, as Wyatt continued shredding and tearing the paper with his bare hands, until all that was left was a small pile of paper shreds in his hands. Bindi had a wide grin on her face, as Wyatt took those paper fragments and tossed them into a nearby wastebasket.

"That's what I think about that document." Wyatt explained. "You're part of this town, Bindi. And the Merchant is going to have to deal with that."

"You're the coolest, Wyatt." Bindi giggled.

"Thanks." Wyatt muttered, rubbing at his forehead. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go die for a bit. Then I'll deal with the Merchant for you."


As the sun slowly began to set, Milton the Merchant calculated his profits for the day. Sold a few bombs to the Demolitionist, a few rounds of ammo to the Arms Dealer...not amazingly profitable, but a nice tidy amount of coins were made. Milton's train of thought was quickly derailed, as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. The Merchant turned around, curious as to who was bothering him so late in the day. That curiosity quickly turned into excitement, once he saw who it was.

"Oh hey there Wyatt." The Merchant announced, eyes gleaming with interest. "I got a shirt for you that you just might like!"

The Player did not offer up a verbal response, instead offering just a blank look on his face. Wyatt instead reached into his pockets, pulling out handfuls of shredded and torn up pieces of paper, before throwing them at the feet of the Merchant. It looked like a makeshift snow fall, as they piled up at his feet and covered his shoes.

"...I'll take that as a no then?" The Merchant inquired, an eyebrow raised.

"Leave the Zoologist alone, Milton." Wyatt stated simply. "And stop with this nonsense about getting her kicked out."

"She's a menace, Wyatt! She makes customers nervous to shop here and she disrupts my trade!" Milton argued. "She is very very bad for my business."

"Either cut it out or I might have to have a word with the Tax Collector." Wyatt explained calmly, staring down Milton. "And we don't want that now, do we?"

The Merchant turned quite pale at that, as he realized the implication of what Wyatt was saying. Losing some business due to the Zoologist's disruptions was one thing. But dealing with the Tax Collector and his annoying taxes...that was a whole other kind of problem. After what seemed like an eternity, Milton let out an annoyed grunt.

"Alright, you got me." Milton muttered. "I'll drop it, okay?"

"Pleasure doing business with you." Wyatt responded, a wide grin evident on his face.

And Chapter 10 of Friendship is done and dusted! I seriously hope you all enjoyed it, because I had a fun time writing it. Hope to see all of you at the next chapter, whenever that is.

Love,

The Desert Dancer