Post by Mike/Rolaka on Aug 19, 2021 1:13:25 GMT -6
The bartender went wide-eyed at the sight of the large bag, "Geez, is a werewolfos really that much bigger?" The man inquired.
"Uhh, no," Mike replied. "You might want to pour yourself a pint for this one, barkeep." The bartender scoffed at the idea, but gave Mike his undivided attention. "Turns out, there was not one but two werewolvos on the prowl," Mike explained, patting his hand on the sack.
"T-two! By Farore, you both really put yourselves on the line for us. I am truly astonished and grateful for your help," the bartender reached out his hand to shake Mike's.
Mike chuckled, "Well, that's not all we found out. Those quote-unquote "mercenaries" you hired weren't mercenaries at all. They were a fledgling pack of lycanthropes. That's right, sir. You unwittingly hired the very werewolfos you wanted hunted down!" Mike delivered a big laugh at the grand irony.
"WHAT?! Impossible!" The bartender exclaimed in sheer disbelief. His hand came up to acquaint itself with his forehead.
"And yet, here it is," Mike said, as he pulled the flaps of the sack down. As he revealed the severed heads, he pointed to the ears. "Do you recognize the earrings that these men wore, sir?"
The bartender's jaw almost hit the floor, "Y-yes, I do... my word, how audacious! Trying to collect their own bounty, hmph! Glad you showed them the error of their ways."
"We most certainly did, sir," Mike said reassuringly. "And speaking of that bounty..."
"Why yes, of course! You both have more than earned it. In fact, since there are indeed two heads before me, I'll double your payment!"
Mike raised his hand to object immediately, "That's really not necessary, we agreed to three hundred rupees. Perhaps you can put it towards our tab?"
"Why thank you kind sir," the man started, "But I'm afraid I can't give any more discounts or pay up a tab in advance. The supply is too short right now. If you won't accept extra rupees, then I shall find some other way to pay you. I am in your debt. If you fine gentlemen ever need a favor, I'll be happy to help!"
"That sounds like a deal!" Mike shook the bartender's hand again. "In the meantime..." Mike pulled out a red rupee from his wallet, "Two pints for me and Anaius here!"
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As the guests gradually shuffled out of the bar, Mike and Anaius were the only two patrons left before closing time. Mike was not so sure what was in this milk, but it tasted delicious and relaxed his mind. Mike and Anaius reflected on the adventure they had just been on. Many laughs were had, as well as pints of milk. This Anaius character, he was like him in some ways. Never knowing their parents, eager to help those in need... And some other third thing, he thought. The milk's effects evident in his train of thought. But perhaps, Mike could trust this stranger after all. In fact, after what had transpired, Mike would call this man a friend.
"Hey Anaius, [hic] I was thinkin', Mike started, he let out a small belch. "I was thinkin' [hic] that I wasn't so sure I could do this things we just did. That my time was over, and that I just had to accept it. I mean, I trained and all that. But... I guess I doubted I could actually put it into practice. You know how I was discharged from the Hyrule Guard, but you have no idea how much of a hole that left in me." Mike shoved his tankard away, it was enough for one night. "But after fighting those guys here, at this bar, and tracking down a pack of werewolvos? With your help? Dang, I feel like I can take on the world again. I can fight! And with your ability to read minds, so can you."
Mike's head fell to the counter, his head was light and his balance was slightly off. He giggled as he pulled himself back up and continued. "Ah man, I didn't mean to get all sentimental. What I'm meaning to say is... I think I found a new purpose. The are greater threats than just mere bandits and shoplifters. Lycanthropes, witches, fucking demons? The people have it bad enough as is... and if I'm gonna be able to face the kind of shit I did two years ago... I'm gonna need a companion." Mike held out his hand, "What do you say Anaius... partners?"
"Uhh, no," Mike replied. "You might want to pour yourself a pint for this one, barkeep." The bartender scoffed at the idea, but gave Mike his undivided attention. "Turns out, there was not one but two werewolvos on the prowl," Mike explained, patting his hand on the sack.
"T-two! By Farore, you both really put yourselves on the line for us. I am truly astonished and grateful for your help," the bartender reached out his hand to shake Mike's.
Mike chuckled, "Well, that's not all we found out. Those quote-unquote "mercenaries" you hired weren't mercenaries at all. They were a fledgling pack of lycanthropes. That's right, sir. You unwittingly hired the very werewolfos you wanted hunted down!" Mike delivered a big laugh at the grand irony.
"WHAT?! Impossible!" The bartender exclaimed in sheer disbelief. His hand came up to acquaint itself with his forehead.
"And yet, here it is," Mike said, as he pulled the flaps of the sack down. As he revealed the severed heads, he pointed to the ears. "Do you recognize the earrings that these men wore, sir?"
The bartender's jaw almost hit the floor, "Y-yes, I do... my word, how audacious! Trying to collect their own bounty, hmph! Glad you showed them the error of their ways."
"We most certainly did, sir," Mike said reassuringly. "And speaking of that bounty..."
"Why yes, of course! You both have more than earned it. In fact, since there are indeed two heads before me, I'll double your payment!"
Mike raised his hand to object immediately, "That's really not necessary, we agreed to three hundred rupees. Perhaps you can put it towards our tab?"
"Why thank you kind sir," the man started, "But I'm afraid I can't give any more discounts or pay up a tab in advance. The supply is too short right now. If you won't accept extra rupees, then I shall find some other way to pay you. I am in your debt. If you fine gentlemen ever need a favor, I'll be happy to help!"
"That sounds like a deal!" Mike shook the bartender's hand again. "In the meantime..." Mike pulled out a red rupee from his wallet, "Two pints for me and Anaius here!"
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As the guests gradually shuffled out of the bar, Mike and Anaius were the only two patrons left before closing time. Mike was not so sure what was in this milk, but it tasted delicious and relaxed his mind. Mike and Anaius reflected on the adventure they had just been on. Many laughs were had, as well as pints of milk. This Anaius character, he was like him in some ways. Never knowing their parents, eager to help those in need... And some other third thing, he thought. The milk's effects evident in his train of thought. But perhaps, Mike could trust this stranger after all. In fact, after what had transpired, Mike would call this man a friend.
"Hey Anaius, [hic] I was thinkin', Mike started, he let out a small belch. "I was thinkin' [hic] that I wasn't so sure I could do this things we just did. That my time was over, and that I just had to accept it. I mean, I trained and all that. But... I guess I doubted I could actually put it into practice. You know how I was discharged from the Hyrule Guard, but you have no idea how much of a hole that left in me." Mike shoved his tankard away, it was enough for one night. "But after fighting those guys here, at this bar, and tracking down a pack of werewolvos? With your help? Dang, I feel like I can take on the world again. I can fight! And with your ability to read minds, so can you."
Mike's head fell to the counter, his head was light and his balance was slightly off. He giggled as he pulled himself back up and continued. "Ah man, I didn't mean to get all sentimental. What I'm meaning to say is... I think I found a new purpose. The are greater threats than just mere bandits and shoplifters. Lycanthropes, witches, fucking demons? The people have it bad enough as is... and if I'm gonna be able to face the kind of shit I did two years ago... I'm gonna need a companion." Mike held out his hand, "What do you say Anaius... partners?"