Busy Night

Outskirts of Mingham,
2 hours later,

???? “What do you think he’s gonna do to them?”

???? “I don’t fucking know…. Arghhhh! That idiot Duncan… If he could’ve just controlled his libido, we wouldn’t be having to deal with this shit right now…”

???? “And the others? Unit 3…. They all have to pay for what Duncan led them to…”

???? “We’ll just have to wait and see… I don’t think he wants to kill them…. especially not now… we need the man power….”

Arthur(Thinking) “Not now? Hmmm…. What are these goons plotting…” Arthur thought to himself as he hid within the dark of the forest, following the two red hoods as they walked within a narrow path that led further within the forest.

???? “He wouldn’t just kill a unit commander right? I mean… if he does… what does that mean for the rest of us…”

???? “He is not like that… but he too has to answer to a higher authority… If someone finds out what we’re doing out here… It wouldn’t just be Duncan who will have to grovel for his life…”

Arthur followed them from distance, carefully with each step making sure to not make any sound, as his vision allowed him to see through the dark and the mana shape of all things, this was one of the most easiest of tasks to do for someone like him, after carefully listening to them for another 20 minutes, they finally reach a cave entrance at the edge of the forest. Arthur noticed the cut down trees at the entrance, carved with messages, clearly stating that beyond this point no one had the right to pass forward, within the cave.

Arthur waited in hiding for another few hours, deciding if he should step in or not, waiting to see if others were to come in or out of the cave. As he made his decision to further investigate within the cave, clanking sounds of metal could be heard, someone was coming from behind him.

Arthur(Thinking) “Now isn’t this interesting….”

Arthur spots the town’s guard, the same woman that asked him for coins to allow the passage within the town, she was followed by her two guards, they were carrying 4 buckets of silver coins.

Arthur(Thinking) “Hmmm… Now what do I make of this… Questions for later… I’ve seen more than enough for tonight, I’ll have to come back at a later date… when they’re not around… But how do I make them not be around? Maybe Zahar could provide some help…”

Mingham,
The Guild,
A few hours later,

Arthur finds Igraine and Bedivere sitting at the same table he left them at, with an awkward silence between them.

Arthur “Did you two have fun while I was gone?”

Arthur(Thinking) “Ehhh…I can smell the musk of **** in the air…”

Bedivere “Elfie is mad because she is a soft drinker.”

Igraine “Am not!”

Bedivere “Hugh…..*Bedivere sighs in disappointment*...”

Igraine “What was that!?”

Bedivere “Nothing… It’s just weird… Isn’t it? *She looks at Arthur* I mean… elves have innate resistance to poison, I mean not poison per se, but anything that could poison their bodies…. an elven child could outdrink even the toughest of men… and Elfie here is… well…”

Arthur “Do you seriously think that someone who stood at my father’s side for so long providing counsel was allowed to drink?”

Arthur sits down.

Arthur “Resistance itself comes with the body’s adjustment to it, it’s not something that they are born with, but something they grow, what you call an elven child could very much be a 200 years old creature, don’t let its appearance deceive you…”

Bedivere “So? How old are you, Elfie?” She asked, intrigued by her new found knowledge about the elven.

Igraine “You should know better than to ask a woman her age.”

Bedivere “Touche…”

Arthur(Thinking) “Fuck! I didn’t think a few drinks could possibly have led Bedivere to ask questions…. I need to be more careful in the future… But I think she bought it, for now…”

Bedivere “Well, I’m beat… Uaghhhh *She yawns, tired, stretching her arms* …”

Arthur “Me too… *Arthur scratches his left eye* Let's call it a day and head to the tavern…”

Igraine gently grabs Arthur’s hand, under the table, she leans on, whispering in his ear.

Igraine “Are you okay?”

Arthur “I’m fine…”

Igraine “You shouldn’t be overusing that…”

Bedivere “Stop licking his ear, and let’s go…” Bedivere spoke as she got up.

Igraine “I was not!”

Bedivere “Yeah.. Yeah…”

Arthur “Mhhh~ Mhhm~”

Igraine “Don’t laugh!”

Mingham,
The Tavern,

As they approached the tavern, a chaotic scene could be noticed unfolding. A group of **** patrons, tankards sloshing and eyes glazed, are blocking the doorway. Two of them have passed out right in front, their bodies sprawled on the floor like sacks of potatoes. Mia with a no-nonsense expression is trying to rouse them, her tray of frothy mugs teetering precariously. She shoots Arthur an apologetic smile as he navigates through the obstacle course.

The scene within is a riot of sensory stimulation. The air is thick with laughter and the hum of animated conversations. The patrons are a diverse mix of races, while predominantly human, brawny dwarves with beards as long as their axes to lithe elves in fine garments, and even a couple of curious gnomes could be noticed, all gathered around sturdy wooden tables. A minstrel in the corner strums a lute, singing a rollicking tale of wyverns and treasure, her voice rising above the cheerful clamor.

Bedivere “Seems like we won’t be getting much sleep anytime soon…” She stated, glancing around the rowdy tavern.

Igraine “Who even makes an Inn in a Tavern…”

Arthur “Let’s just find a place to sit, until the commotion dials down.”

Bedivere “So? Where were you off to?”

Arthur “The forest, among other places…”

Bedivere “The forest?”

Igraine “What did you find?”

Arthur “Their hideout, although I’m not quite sure what to make of it… They’re working on something there… The woman, the one at the entrance of the town, was there too, apparently the silver requirement is supplied to the RedCoat guild….”

Bedivere “So? What’s so hard to make of it? The way I see it, it’s simple: we go in, beat them up, stop whatever they’re doing, take the silver, happy day, right?”

Igraine gives a condescending look towards Bedivere.

Bedivere “Hey! I don’t mean to take all of it… we’ll give some back to the people…”

Arthur “I need to think this through, I do intend to stop whatever Calvar is doing, but first we need to find out what exactly are they doing and who is he working for, Calvar wasn’t always the thinking type, there’s definitely someone else that orchestrates this whole thing…”

Igraine “And how do we do that?”

Arthur “Zahar…He probably already knows what they’re doing…”

Bedivere “And what makes you think that he will tell us?”

Mia “Sorry for taking so long, I’ve had busy nights before… but.. rarely something like this… what can I…”

Before Mia could finish her sentence a man came from behind her, grabbing her left breast with one hand, squeezing it firmly, in his other hand, a wooden grog mug.

???? “Gulp! Gulp! Ahhh! Red wine! On me! For our new Guild members and friends!” He shouts as she lets go of Mia, turning her around, slapping her butt, forcing her to leave.

Mia didn’t seem to mind the man’s advances, this seemed like a normal day for her, something that was happening on the regular, she leaves without saying another word, gently massaging her left cheek with a slight blush on her face.

The man grabs a chair and sits down at Arthur’s table.

Arthur “Thank you for the drinks, but I don’t remember asking you to sit with us.”

???? “Ahhh! Don’t be like that, we’re all friends here! Right? *He looks around the table, clearly, by the look on their faces, he wasn’t welcomed* Forgive my intrusion, name’s Zorin, I watched what you did to those RedCoats fucks today! AHahhahah! Ahhhh… You’re quite the woman.”

Bedivere “Thank you, but not interested.”

Zorin “Ohh! No! No! No! Please don’t misunderstand my intentions, I want no quarrel with any of you, ask around, Zorin is friends with everyone, from here to Germa they speak my name.”

Arthur “And what Guild are you from, Zorin?”

He gets up from the chair.

Zorin “None, Zorin works alone,” he replied as he winked at Arthur, before leaving.

Arthur(Thinking) “Perhaps he could be of use…”

Arthur is stopped from his own thoughts as he notices a small, petite girl, taking down her jacket as she sits down, with her eyes glued to him?

Bedivere “You!”

???? “Ahhh….”