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"Oi, who is that?"
"I think it's the nobleman."
Maxiey awoke to two voices. One was male and the other was extremely feminine. He opened his eyes to find the owners of the voices standing over him.
"Good morning, sir," said the female. Like all the other females in Bowerstone, she had short hair, awkward clothes and eyes lighter than should be possible. She also had an annoyingly high-pitched voice. "He looks a lot different now after all that beer, doesn't he?"
"That's a matter of opinion, ain't it?" The man looked to be the tavern owner. He had a dirty apron stretched to breaking point over a very large stomach and a bushy moustache that made him look like a walrus. "Speaking of beer, you owe me a lot of money."
Maxiey grunted.
"Yes, you did. You bought all the beer I had and drank it in one sitting even though you know all citizens in every town are weak, slow and notorious for not being able to hold their liquor well. You were already drunk after two and you went and drank fifty! You gained twenty pounds in half an hour. Mind you, you emptied most of that all over my tavern floor, you plump drunkard."
Maxiey grunted.
"Uh huh. And then you were so drunk you bought all my beer kegs and tried to drink directly from the barrel. When you found out they were just trading commodities you bought all the food I had in my stock and ate everything which made you gain another thirty pounds. Then you squandered all the money you had left on playing Card Pairs and then ran away, saying you had more money hidden somewhere in Greatwood. You never paid me at all."
All through the conversation, the female kept puffing up her hair, behaviour that Maxiey found very odd.
Maxiey grunted.
"Well," the tavern owner said, stroking his walrus moustache. "Aside from sounding very sincere, you put up a very good argument there. I suppose you can work at the tavern to pay back all your debt."
Maxiey grunted.
The tavern owner laughed. "You should start right away if you plan on paying it back in your lifetime. I'll be your boss. You can call me Mr. Pooplewagon."
Maxiey grunted.
"Yes, it is short for something. If I told you even my last name I would have to gouge out your ears, chop them into exactly a hundred and two pieces and feed them to the fishes in Bowerstone Quay."
Maxiey grunted.
"I'll take you up to the tavern where you'll be working. Oh and this is my daughter Fran Fran."
Fran Fran batted her eyelashes.
Mr. Pooplewagon wouldn't let Maxiey anywhere near the beer taps so Maxiey was left to server duty with Fran Fran who her father didn't trust anymore than Maxiey. The hobbe wasn't surprised; he'd once spotted Fran Fran trying to lick her nose.