Lucifers Whim
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- Posted: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 06:28:37 +0000
Hellishly
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Alexander walked in on his own two feet instead of a horse as he liked to do. His eyes looked around the camp from under the hood he kept low over his head. "Tis a nice camp, perhaps as we grow it will as well till it is worthy of our aueens splendor" He made his way to the bar and sat down once inside. Resting his claymore against the table he pulled his hood back revealing his wolfish form. "An ale please" he asked the bar keep kindly as he relaxed a little.
[We need a bartender, and fast!]
"Ale?" the old, wheezy man behind the bar said, "Aye, here it be."
The ale was poured into a wooden cup and set before the wolfish man.
"Oy!" the old man said, when Alexander revealed himself, "What're ye then? A demon? Don't serve demons here, we do not!" the old man said, though clearly not very seriously. He made no move to take back the drink.
"At least, not without seeing the glint of their copper first. Pay up ye dog-headed demon, or I'll get the priests on ye! Won't like that, won't like that I'd wager!"
Truly, the man was old. He was so old that his daughter, who had wenched his bar all her life, was herself getting grey. The man had two nearly white eyes, riddled with cataracts. His teeth were nowhere to be seen, and his gums were fat and probably diseased.
"Wolf not dog" He said with a chuckle as he was used to folks reacting this way to his form. Normally it would have offended him but he felt in a rather good mood today so he simply waved it off. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a gold coin and held it infront of the old mans face "this gold piece says you won't call me demon again and your ale won't stop flowing for me tonight deal?" He asked as he pressed the coin into the mans palm.