AN: [Long chapter ahead !!]
A sense of uncertainty clung on to the dusky evening sky. Faraway stars shimmered gloomily as opposed to their intense counterparts that lit up the grounds. Tiny orbs of yellow and orange lights nested themselves by various trees and tents.
The preparations were done. Officials, traders and merchants who were allowed to set up their markets and booths paced around anxiously. Behind the massive golden gates dozens of poor citizens peered through gaps and crevices, all hesitant of the evening.
The gates were opened and pin drop silence consumed the air. People in rags, decently clothed and unclaimed children cautiously took their first steps inside the grounds.
As soon as they did, a well timed band of musicians strummed cool tunes on their instruments, easing the collective moods of the visitors. It seemed to bring about a noticeable effect in the atmosphere.
People eventually dropped their guard and walked freely. The little ones piled outside toys booth excitedly. The adults eyed the tents that contained free supplies for rebuilding destroyed homes. Semi-constructed Eatery shops and Alehouses decorated the corners.
My friends and I strolled about the place, meeting and greeting whoever we knew.
We decided to stop by the alehouse to settle for the evening, now that much of our duties were completed.
"Finally the entire gang's here." Deccan seated himself carefully on the tall barstool, his crutches propped against the table leg. "By the way Liam, what was scene you created with those kids?"
"Those nasty teenagers-- They cornered me. I tried talking sense into them, but they mocked my features." Liam muttered sadly. "They called me funny short eared man. And I was going to forgive them because of the ignorance but then they crossed the line."
"Your eyepatch . . ." I completed.
"Apparently I was looked like an orc variant because of my single eye. Teenagers are the real threat to this society." He huffed, crossing his arms. "I don't remember being this loose-lipped as a teenager."
"Weren't you the one to choose them and send me with the kids?"
"I thought they would be easier to manage-- Besides I do not have the patience for an infant. You on the other hand, seemed quite comfortable with them." Liam smirked.
"What can I say, kids love me." Deccan laughed.
"What were you telling them though?" Amelia sipped her drink. "They seemed engrossed in your story."
"You need to show the kids that your level of understanding and humour is same as theirs. Every word I mispronounced was the peak of comedy for them.
Learning that, I spouted nonsense and they kept buying it." Deccan chuckled at the glass in his hand. "The older ones grasped my idea and continued to add their own stuff; entertaining others. In the end it was just them creating an endless loop of baloney."
"Quite ingenious I must say." Telsin approaching our table wearing a tensed smile. "May I join the conversation?"
"Please do." Deccan pulled a chair for him from the adjacent table. "Where were you gone all day?"
"Just some Princely work keeping me busy." He waved his hand dismissively. "I wanted to ask you something."
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