Hero's Bane

Chapter 73: One Decision

Edited 5/25/2022

Herobrine snorted in rage as he paced back and forth in the darkness of the dense woods, he never would have expected the miner to willingly throw himself on the line for a pathetic mortal like the village chief. That old man had done wrong to him and he even did wrong to his pathetic followers as well. Wrong to Steve for trying to use him as leverage and for trying to have him executed though the attack wasn't his fault. That bastard had even rounded up his remaining people to all die in one place this night, instead of letting them try to run away or even prepare for the assault and give them a fighting chance; though it would be useless. Still, it was a selfish act coming from a leader. He knew this all too well, Brutus was quite the defective leader too. The differences between him and the village leader wasn't too much of a difference really, other than age, traits, and Brutus's mighty ambition. They were both selfish cowards who thought that they had the right to justify everything that they see fit, neither ever owned the right.

Mr. Morrison deserved something far more than death but Steve wouldn't allow it, he'd so eagerly stop the diamond blade from cutting into the man because he felt as though the whole attack was his to blame.

It wasn't.

It was him, Herobrine himself that was going to destroy the village and tear every living soul he could find from the struggling corpses. It was not the miner's doing that was going to get them killed, but his for his lack of souls that he owed to Ender. He needed many in such a short time so why not go ahead and take the ones who deserved death the most first? But then there was also his wrath, that they provoked even more rage and brought the damages they deserved upon themselves for taking the miner and preparing for an execution. Of course one mortal decided to press their luck and were less unfortunate than most when it came down to unleashing his wrath, he was simply given the punishment he so deserved. Yet… Steve couldn't find it in him to protect someone like that man, but he had the nerve to defend someone so pitiful and undeserving like that old one who was far worse?

-Why?!- Herobrine loudly roared and slammed his arm into the side of the tree to release such pent up rage, the tree toppled over from the forceful hit and the being brought up his arm and rubbed the sore spot. Herobrine gritted his teeth and snarled to himself from such puzzlement. He was quick to heal so the painful soreness faded in seconds as did the redness from the bark he scraped against. -Why protect and sympathize with someone like that aged mortal?-

-Why would you charge so foolishly at me like that? Knowing well that I was not myself and knowing what I was capable of? Why would you want to protect that man?- Herobrine turned on his heels and ambled through the woods with heavy footsteps, he was burning up in his rage; not even the chilling air of the night could sooth his fiery wrath. He just couldn't understand the mortal's reasons. The leader was going to have him killed with poison arrows if he didn't comply to surrendering himself to the village; to give up his life as it is and become a prisoner till the end of his time. He wouldn't allow it though, never. This mortal calling the shots was well aware of what he was doing and thinking rather rationally; though the miner said otherwise. -Scared? Bah! It was revenge miner, you lied to me. He wanted you dead and he was going to do whatever it took to secure vengeance for the pathetic village.- Herobrine coiled his fists in his seething. -Just be glad that I still had my memories mortal. Or else you wouldn't have ever had the chance to interfere, you actually wouldn't be alive.-

Herobrine huffed in anger. As if protecting people that supposedly 'weren't' his enemies wasn't bad enough; the identical looking man had to go and throw himself in the lot with 'them', mortals that deserved everything little taste of punishment through nightmares and torment that they got. So what if they had absolutely nothing to do with his suffering and banishing? They were the same as their descendants, just greatly smaller in number compared to a whole fortress of them. They wanted the miner to be executed too, right along with Morrison. He saw many faces, though a portion looked to be in confusion, a lot of those mortals still had shown scorn and rage; just like the people of the past who lobbed rocks at Lionel when he tried to defend him at the public stonings.

That very thought made him seethe loudly. He had personally vowed that the remaining survivors of that damned land would face a great punishment that would last forever; even punishing the following generations for causing so much agony to him and for dispelling the silver sentinel and labeling him a traitor. Even after death they paraded his brother's demise as an act of justice. Also for labeling his wife and child traitors too and refusing to support so that the mother and her young one were forced to live in poverty on the far outskirts of the settlement, they might have not been killed but they were wronged too; and they had done absolutely nothing to deserve what they got. Why would the miner want to throw himself in a bunch like that? He didn't belong, he definitely didn't belong if he was truly the sentinel's distant grandson. Would a death wish really be worth it to people who'd label him and have him killed on the spot?

The ancient being couldn't fully understand the man's motives, that was unless he had a specific reason. It was clear that Steve was a devout follower of Notch; seeing as he asked the god to forgive 'Him' before their battle as the miner proclaimed, so maybe it was out of the expectations he had for his god? That would make more sense but it wouldn't make him any happier if that was the reason. Herobrine hated that powerful abandoning creator with every fiber of his being, the deserter even abandoned the people at the fortress and maybe all of humanity itself within a short span of a few years when the half-god was sealed away in the Netherworld.

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"I just know that Lionel would do the same if he were here in my place, he wouldn't want you to do what you are going to do; but he wouldn't willingly leave them for they are innocent people here. I know this and you know this."

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-You know nothing.- Herobrine folded his arms and started to walk towards a clearing in the woods. He was in disagreement with the miner. Sure Lionel would have defended the other humans too, but that couldn't change the present nor the truth. There was nothing good about these mortals. Not even the ones that the miner befriended, not a single one. One of them was lucky that they didn't fire upon him or they would have paid a great price of suffering for such betrayal, a trait that all humans seem to share. Even Steve lied to him; it was like betrayal too, but at least he tried to amend it with an apology as soon and as sincere as he could.

The white-eyed man took a deep breath and expelled the heat from his lungs, letting a thin fog form in front of his face and quickly dissipate into the cool air. He shouldn't let any soul at that village stay for another minute, but Steve would certainly disapprove of his return and try to defend the people again; saying that if everyone else dies then he has to as well. This would pose a big problem of fulfilling the debt. He still needed many souls and he had a short amount of time to collect enough to satisfy the End lord, but he knows that he cannot kill the miner; for he owes the mortal too. Even worse, the man has come to taking a role that Lionel used to have. There wasn't much time and real opportunities to form such a bond, but from the troubles and encounters they had and faced; he felt as though Lionel was right there trying to sway his decisions like he often did in the days of old. In the time that the miner had spent in this land; he made the ancient being feel like had his brother back. Now he had to make a decision on his own again, one that would benefit him the most. He wanted to keep the bond he had with the mortal.

But that was a weakness he could not hold onto anymore, not with Ender being a threat.

His decision was made. He really needed to work on getting the miner out of his way for good, if he could force the man to go then there would be no one to stop him from paying up his debt; no one to distract him. He'd even get to take the village on once more and claim all of the lives he wanted without trouble. It didn't take long to come up with a way because he already had one; one that'll put a great distance between them and their friendship. It wouldn't be hard for Herobrine, but Steve probably wouldn't be able to take it. It was the perfect nail to drive a wedge between trust and amity; severing any ties. Herobrine hated his plan because it felt like betrayal, but it was for the greater good and the miner's own good.

The being stopped in the center of a small field that was surrounded by woodlands, he looked up to the sky to see the veil of stars that blanketed the vast emptiness overhead. -It was not your fault.- He thought quietly to himself. It was sad that the miner had to go and accept the whole execution ordeal as if it was solely weighing on his shoulders alone. So what if he changed things? It wouldn't have mattered. The village mortals were eventually going to be killed off for Ender anyways. The old hero was just given a more justifiable reason to claim their lives sooner. Besides, they simply provoked him into making the assault to make matters worse for themselves.

Though… it was Steve who had distracted him from killing humans and collecting souls for quite the while, thus forcing him to go back to his old ways to preserve himself. Herobrine shook his head in doubt. Even as a distraction; making the kills was his purpose to fulfill, if he didn't get any than it was because of his own fault for allowing things to keep him from doing what it was to please the End beast. It was his own fault for not being strong enough fight Ender's power in the first place. He used to share such mutuality with the Notch forsaken monster and now he was afraid of it. It was a quite the pride breaker, but he knew that he couldn't match the abandoned beast of the End, not after his experiences through a simple means of communication.

White eyes gaze down at two open hands before him, they were his and they looked perfectly fine; though, he could easily imagine them blackening out and chipping into tiny pieces from something as subtle as a small breeze. There was something about that creature that put him on edge, he only had to lose his Nether fortress and watch as his hands painfully dissolve away to get a good enough idea of what power truly bested his. There was no denying who trumped who in power.

Herobrine sighed and flashed away in an instant up onto the cliff that hung over the village. He peered down over the edge and watched as many mortals scurried around, not in full blown panic but alarm from the wounded they were packing or taking care of. Some mortals were still lying on the ground and others were finally waking up to the chaos that their village of a home had become. Herobrine moved closer to the cliff edge and he took a seat on the grass that clung to the stone edge, letting one leg dangle freely over the side as he wrapped an arm over the other and held it close. He rested his arm over his knee and leaned forward to watch the scurrying silverfish of mankind attend to each other and pick up the pieces of wreckage that was once their homes. He was surprised that they were using lit torches when they know better not to, the people were lucky that Steve managed to convince him to call off the attack.

His eyes followed two mortals who were packing a body into a house, they were quick and the man they carried still seemed to be alive as he groaned loudly in pain. Another mortal further down the road was hauling a few bodies of the pigs and placing them onto a horse pulled cart, probably for the meat since red meat was a rare thing for the people. Herobrine surmised. His eyes then moved to another bunch and they lightly widened after realizing that they were carrying the miner. So they thread through the dark end of the village and found him? Steve was safe whether they found him or not, no mobs were allowed to be around to take what was his.

"Careful now." The old bartender said as he slowly pulled the sleeping form into a house, being extra careful and holding Steve up with his arms looped around the base of the miner's arms. A young blonde man held onto the man's feet and grunted in his struggle with his smaller build and lack of real muscle. He somehow kept Steve elevated off of the ground as they passed through the doorway. He was in the arms the villagers, that was not a comforting notion. Herobrine wasn't too happy with them keeping the guy safe, but they were the ones who had them seemed less likely cause harm out of malice. At least that much he knew of them from observing them when they first left for the ravine. The younger archer though, she better not try something that she'd soon regret.

"Hold on." Came a hoarse tone of the elderly adventure who was straggling behind with a stone sword in his hand, and a pig tagging along at his side. That weapon he was holding was Steve's stone blade. Seeing the cracked blade made his frown deepen, it belonged to another before it was passed to the miner. They very sight of the old sword put him in a sour mood. Herobrine stood up from the cliff top and walked away with much still lingering on his mind.

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A twinge in his abdomen pulled him out of the darkness of his dreamless slumber. The pain grew and a groan escaped his lips, but that groan was cut short when low grunts and tiny puffs of air hit his face along with something cool and fleshy. Steve pried his eyes open to see a pink snout gliding over his forehead, he quickly shut his eyes as the large set of nostrils passed over his face and moved down to his cheeks, sniffing and snorting. Now that he could focus better; he moved his sore arms up and shoved the hulking pink muzzle away, it quickly moved back over him.

"Ah, he's awa-a" A raucous voice sounded. "Ehhhhhht-heeeeemmmmm." The Adventurer cleared his throat. "He's awake."

Steve blinked after realizing that tone of voice, then a wet slimy tongue ran across his cheek. "Pork Chop?" He asked and shoved the swine's head away once more. "You're not a dog." He halfheartedly complained and smiled when it tried to press it's snout back into him, he carefully sat up so that the pig couldn't reach him. He looked down at his lap to find himself on a bed with a red blanket draped over him and a determined pig trying to climb up onto the mattress at his side, he carefully pushed the passive mob down and patted it's head to get it to be still. He looked to his right to see that old adventure sitting in a wooden chair a few feet from the bed. "Nigel?"

"Th- Ehhhht-heeemm. The one and only." The old man smiled and leaned up in his chair. "Doesn't this little house and your current position just give you a sense of Deja-vu hmm?"

Steve smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I suppose it dose huh?"

"Indeed." Nigel answered with a raspy tone, this made the miner's smile thin a little. "It seems as though we always seem to end up this way, you getting hurt and I attending to your injuries. This would be like what… the third time chap?" He asked with a raised brow. "First I find you freezing in the snow, then I find myself free of Herobrine and take shelter in Lionel's little old hovel, and now here we are again; gracing each other's presence in this shabby little house after another encounter with Herobrine. How exhilarating it must be to be alive to share such encounters and experiences? I cannot wait to start on my book about yours and my own experiences with Herobrine, of course I'll add the rudimentary of the white-eyed man's history. Can't leave something that important out can I?"

Steve stared absentmindedly at the older man's neck as he continued to babble on about past and present occurrences, though it was rude to take his focus off of the man's words; he couldn't help but frown at the sight of the dark spot on the man's neck. A large oval shaped splotch took a large proportion of his throat and it's color was quite sickening, being dark brown and almost black. The old guy got hurt because of Jimmy, this made him wonder if Jimmy was still alive or if anyone else was alive actually.

"So, once I execute all of the explicit detail, I will add a little page of my own-"

"Nigel." Steve lightly shouted, interrupting the old adventurer and his ramblings. He attempted to get off of the bed but the front door on the opposite end of the room flew open with a large form standing at the doorway. "Warren?"

The bartender's flat expression turned into one of relief and he strode into the room with a faint smile, closing the door behind him before moving towards the miner. The man looked roughed up. Warren's thin slate-gray hair was ruffled in all directions and he had a few small bruises on his arms, they were a little hard to see with the many scars he had. His tiny bowtie was now but a sting of thick fabric that clung to the collar of his long-sleeve shirt, one of his rolled up sleeves were torn off and threads of wool frayed out of the torn fabric, and his black vest was completely missing. To top off his visible appearance was a fairly large hole in his pants; right above the kneecap. Likely from a one of Herobrine's possessed pigs.

"Uh, yes? What is it friend?" Nigel asked, but the miner's attention now seemed focused in on the visitor.

"It's good that you are finally awake. I didn't think you were ever going to." He said as he walked a little closer, slightly limping as he moved.

Despite the bartender's outward appearance; he seemed to be okay, but his smile faded. "What do you mean?"

"Well haven't you looked out the window yet?" He nodded towards his left, the miner's right. It's almost lunchtime, everybody else had gotten up hours ago. You're the only one still laying in bed. Oh and thank you for stopping Herobri- I mean- 'Him' last night, I was glad I decided to place my trust in you; cause you did what you said you would do my friend."

"Um yes… back to the subject at hand, he's lying in bed and still mobile unlike a number who are confined to their mattresses." Nigel added.

The miner raised a brow and looked to his right to see sunlight beaming through the window and through a cloudy sky, he looked back at the men when he heard one of the sigh heavily. "Wait, you said everybody right?"

"Not everybody I am afraid." Nigel started.

"Then who?" Steve asked softly, not truly wanting to know the extensive amount of damages to the people and the body count. Yet he just had to know if he saved enough in time. Pressure weighed on him and he began to sweat, he didn't even know if he could handle the dreadful news.

Warren looked down at the old adventurer and he nodded.

"Alright, alright. I'll tell him." Nigel said surprisingly with enthusiasm when there shouldn't be any for bad news.

The miner found Nigel's expression to be more lighter than then he would have expected, he hoped that it was a good sign.

"Okay, whilst you were away chasing after Herobrine; something extraordinary happened not too long after." He paused when the miner gave him a puzzled look. "Okay, I know I was out cold but from what my friend here-" Nigel gestures the bartender. "Says is that all of the swine in the village had stopped their vicious attack and amazingly retreated! How exciting the experience must have been? It was a shame that I wasn't conscious to see the event myself. Oh such a wasted opportunity."

"What?" Steve muttered.

"You heard me. The pigs had ceased their attack and stood idle for minutes on end strangely, it was such a peculiar occurrence. Then they just up and fled without warning."

The bartender nodded with the other man. "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. Every one of the creatures except that one at your bedside; just froze about a few minutes after you left. I was too afraid to move or do anything actually, I didn't want to set them off so I just waited with the last archer on the stand and then after a few more minutes all of the hogs just turned tail and headed right back into the woods; not attacking anyone still standing on their way out. It was from there that I knew you had done something. That you have stopped Him." The bartender smiled again and moved closer to the bed, he lightly bowed his head in appreciation. "You have my most sincerest gratitude Steve. Because of you, the relentless attacks stopped and me, Nigel, and some of the other village folk were spared from serious injury and death. You stopped the tides of torment, for that; I owe you my life." He held out his hand.

The miner took the man's palm in his and they shook hands. Steve was still reluctant to smile. "You're welcome, really. But you don't owe me anything, the whole attack was mostly my fault anyways." He said pulling his hand away in guilt and looking back out the window, he couldn't see anyone on the streets he did however; see some patches of blood here and there and that really concerned him.

"It wasn't your fault my dear boy, you said back in the prison cell that Herobrine was coming for souls right? And that you had to convince him not to kill right?"

Steve couldn't find it in him to answer because the elderly man already knew the answer. He kept his gaze out the window, hoping that someone would at least walk by and show that they were in a decent condition though he feared the worse. He still hadn't been notified of the casualties yet.

"Well, he came without much delay nor mercy for that matter; though I thought he'd change his plans with us- uh you- being imprisoned and prepped for capital punishment and all. But he still attacked and damaged the village, leaving a good portion of it in shambles. He even attacked people, that much I expected when I woke up to the mess around me."

"There were bodies lying everywhere." Warren added softly. "Even children, the very few that we had; were lying so limp."

Steve looked at the man and gaped. He saw children being attacked and lying on the ground when he went after the demi-god.

"But rest I assured my friend, I know that this may be hard to believe but; the casualties are actually limited." He smiled when the miner gawked at him. "In fact everyone is surprisingly alive. Well, all except for Jimmy. They found him dead and so when I was notified I went to check the poor sod out. The remaining archer said that Herobrine battered the guy pretty badly and he did look horribly mangled when I found him."

Steve blinked and tilted his head at a slight angle, there was no way that only one man could have died throughout that deadly assault from the wild controlled pigs and Herobrine's thrashing to some individuals. He just couldn't believe it, he saw a lot of people lying on the ground and looking so lifeless and dead. And about the blood outside on the ground? Was it a pig's or was it human? Herobrine killing Jimmy seemed pretty believable because of the damages he received and then getting thrown into a house, but no one else died? That just couldn't be, but he trusted Nigel and Warren and he knows that both men wouldn't lie to him like that. "Are you sure?" He asked, moving his legs to hang over the edge of the bed but remaining seated in anxiousness.

"Positive." Nigel assured. "I do actually kind of feel bad for him though, even after he spiked my neck with his elbow. I am somewhat educated in human anatomy and I am quite experienced with injuries that I have received on my journeys over the course of my long life, so I am not quite the doctor but I can give a good identification to a problem. I decided to utilize my skills to help out the villagers to the best of my abilities since their physician was still unconscious, I couldn't say no to them even from the nasty looks that I got from a few who didn't even want me around.

I was asked to take a look at the guard if only for a cause of death for the village records, though it seemed pretty evident at first glance. I got a good glimpse of the guy when they dragged him out of the house I knew that he was dead. From what I could tell; he had broken ribs with his mashed chest, a broken arm, some possible internal bleeding from the seepage out of the corners of his mouth, and his head sustained enough damage to bleed heavily too. However; I do believe that death was rather kind to him since he didn't suffer as much as he could have if he didn't get blunt force trauma to the head. One of the men that pulled him out of the house said that he was on the floor and leaning headfirst against a furnace, the impact most likely killed him instantly. Though he had bad intentions for us, I still pity the fool."

'I should have done something, then there would have been no casualties. Jimmy may have deserved a beat down but he didn't deserve to die.' He thought to himself with a twinge of guilt pricking the inside of his chest cavity.

"Other than his fatality, there were tons of injuries accounted for; many of those being serious and a few even life-threatening. There are a few in intensive care as we speak but after taking a good look myself, I say that they all shall make a decent recovery. Some better than others."

The miner shook his head. "There shouldn't be any alive from an attack like that. I saw the animals mow people down and trample them so mercilessly, Carson looked like he was barely hanging on. And everyone on the ground? They didn't look alive."

Nigel's smile grew. "I think I know why you assumed they were dead?"

"How?"

"That's because they weren't dead, they were all asleep."

"Asleep?" Steve replied with confusion.

"He's right." Warren defended. "As soon as the cursed mobs left I went to the first body on the ground that I could find and they had a pulse when I checked. They weren't dead, injured but not dead. I ran as quick as I could to the next person and they were alive as well. I then checked every single person I could find, they were all breathing and strangely asleep. It was like a miracle of Notch! I was amazed that none of them were killed." The bartender said with relief and amazement.

"Contain your excitement Warren." He looked up at the bartender and the guy took a deep breath before running a hand through his hair. "A miracle it was… though I don't really think Notch had a part in this one."

"What?" Warren looked down at him.

"No, I believe that the miracle would be from Steve here." He kindly gestured and readjusted his cracked glasses.

"Him?"

"Me?" The both spoke in unison.

"Why yes, of course. It was our friendly miner here whom from what I heard from you Warren; tried to convince Herobrine to stop and shouted for him multiple times correct?" The bartender nodded. "Then he must have reached through to the powerful man and honored Steven's wish out of their companionship. Besides, Herobrine has a knack for putting people under his sleeping spells."

"He did it to me." Steve said as he looked down at the swine and ran his fingers over the soft flesh of the mob's head. "Right after he tried to kill Morrison."

"Another lucky soul to survive the attack, and directly from Herobrine at that. He was most fortunate that you were there Steven."

The miner looked up at the old adventure, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be okay even if the man ticked him and Herobrine off. The village chief was a spineless and selfish guy, he deserved what he had coming to him. Steve couldn't help but wonder what Herobrine did to him. "What's his condition? Where is he now?"

"Oh don't tell me that you are worrying over that elitist lunatic?" Warren folded his arms and cocked his head as he raised a brow at the miner.

"No, I don't. He only escalated the situation last night and if I hadn't said the right things then he'd probably be either dead or dying. I don't want another death on my account, I could have stopped Herobrine from killing Jimmy but I froze in fear. Now I carry that guilt." He finished solemnly.

"That boy had what was coming to him too. Don't blame yourself, he was given the warning." The bartender exhaled deeply and his postured tensed up.

"What if it was Luna was in his place then Warren? Did you ever think about that?" Steve said with a more serious expression on his face, the standing man quietly gaped before looking away. "She'd get what was coming to her too, wouldn't she?"

"But she didn't, she's better than that. She's a strong young lady. In fact; I don't even know where she is right now but I know she's alive and around the village somewhere, probably helping out others who are in need of assistance. I saw her briefly this morning running to Mark's. She may be rough on the outside, but her heart is sensitive and fragile. She couldn't pull off such a heinous act, you know that she can't kill you. That is why she couldn't obey Morrison's orders."

"Maybe not, but if it was her pointing the arrow and Herobrine making the same attack on her that he did on Jimmy and I didn't do a thing to stop him; then I would never forgive myself. I know Jimmy was as cruel and spiteful, but I could have saved his life. If I did, then he'd still be alive to help protect this village like the guard he is. He had all the means to hate me and I didn't blame him for his actions, I brought the trouble so the fault is mine. I can't really blame Luna if she hates me too."

The bartender frowned deeply, he wouldn't have forgiven himself if he allowed his adoptive daughter to kill or even attempt to slay Steve. It would have ended badly if she shot him; regardless if Herobrine intervened or not. She was so strong on the outside like an eggshell, but the inside was like that of squishy yolk. She always played off the act of being able to handle pressure and her decisions; should she regret them, but memories or actions that resembled and reminded her of her past always made her crack the easiest. He couldn't imagine her going as far as to murder another human being, she'd then consider herself as low as Herobrine; then she'll never be able to live with herself. "I guess you're right, but don't think that I'll pity Mr. Morrison."

Steve ran a hand trough his hair. "I don't expect you to pity anyone that you don't want to. I only wanted to get my point across."

"Well, I think I we'd be a better village without him anyways." Warren scoffed, placing his hands on his hips with a scornful expression. "That bastard corralled us all together to die on the spot, and he's trying to force us to do things that we don't want to do. I know that is how he has been treating us that way all these years for our own 'survival', but I am sick of it. To the Nether with that coward."

"Now now Mr. Willis, he's not the best that mankind has to offer as a leader but he has kept your people alive for so long. He should back up and running the place after he recovers. He's got a few broken and fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, possibly fractured spine, and a leg broken in three places."

"Good for him. Too bad his mouth still works."

"Don't worry about jumping to his demands so quickly friend, at his age with a leg broken like that; he'll probably be using a cane for walking for the rest of his life. So take things a little easier. I think everybody will after this ordeal is officially over."

"When exactly is it over?" The bartender inquired, looking at the miner before shooting his attention towards the seated old man.

Nigel rested his elbow on the armchair and rubbed his chin at the thought, making a light scratchy sound as his fingers glided through his thin and fine grey-white beard. "Hmmmmm… I suppose when Herobrine wants it to? I can't read his mind but I do know that he's not happy with his decision to spare the villagers after last night's event on the stand."

Warren rolled his eyes "And how would you know that? Wouldn't Steve know?"

"Probably, only Steve can talk to Herobrine after all, I was only making a presumption from the information that I have gathered. So how about it Steven?" Nigel suddenly reached over to his left side and plucked a green book with a golden insignia off of an end table. "Will Herobrine return?"