Chapter 10 ~ Bar fight

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Arthur, Merlin, Jules and I went on a hunting trip; we'd been riding for quite a while. Arthur leads us to a small inn.  We stop and look down at it.

"You know what you need after a hard day's hunt?" Arthur asks.

"Sleep," Merlin replies.

"Food," I say.

"A nice back rub," Jules says sarcastically.

"Don't give him ideas," Merlin scolds.

"A nice cold tankard of mead," Arthur says as he urges his horse toward the tavern.

"Mead," Merlin repeats.

"That does sound pretty good," Jules says.

We follow Arthur down to the Tavern. He jumps off his horse and ties it to the pole, Merlin and I do the same.

"No better place to measure the mood of your people than the local tavern," Arthur says.

"This is one of those moments where we tell you something isn't a good idea, and you ignore us, isn't it?" Merlin asks.

"I think this is an amazing idea," Jules says.

"You're learning, Merlin, slowly, but you're learning. Now remember in here, you're not my servants; I'm just a simple peasant like everyone else," Arthur says.

"Well, that will be easy cause I'm not your servant," I say.

We start walking toward the tavern.

"Simple parts right," Merlin mumbles.

"What?" Arthur asks.

"He said the sun is very bright," I say, covering for my brother.

Arthur looks up. "Yeah. Yeah, it is,"

We walk into the tavern, and laughter erupts as we open the door. I follow Arthur to a table and sit down next to him. Merlin and Jules come up and sit down across from us.

 A lady walks over to us, "Afternoon, what'll it be?"

"Uh," Arthur looks around the room.

"MM. You're a handsome fellow," The lady says.

We all look at her.

Arthur smiles. "Well, you wouldn't be the first to say it." 

I roll my eyes.

"Oh, no, sorry. I was talking about your friend here," The lady says.

"Ooh, sorry, buddy, that's rough," Jules says.

Arthur glares at Jules, then looks at Merlin and back to the lady.

"Him?" Arthur asks

The lady nods.

Merlin smiles at her. "Thank you."

Arthur looks away, "Four tankards of mead, please."

Merlin was enjoying this too much, and Arthur wasn't having any of it.

"I was wrong. Coming here was a great idea." Merlin says.

"Jealous, Arthur?" I ask.

"What, no, of course not," Arthur says.

I roll my eyes, "Sure," 

The lady comes with our mead.

"Thanks," Merlin says.

Suddenly the door opens, and a big man walks in. A lady with a tray walks past him, and he flicks the tray out of her hand.

"Who's this guy?" Jules whispers.

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