Chapter 6: A Magician's Entry

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After this Peculiar day, Romaric tucked the children into bed and closed the door behind him as he left the room, he was still in Question of all this deal's offer

He went into the kitchen to grab his phone and realized he had received a message from an unknown number, who claims to be someone he knows.

Sceptical and yet curious, he replies to the mysterious person's message

"Who is this? How'd you get my number?" He sent the reply

The mysterious person sees the message immediately and replies with...

"An old college friend"

Romaric was confused and wanted to know who this person was, especially because he hasn't been in contact with his "friends" After college, not until now,

knowing he had changed his number multiple times and had cut contact from his colleagues, he couldn't help but question.

Before he could text back, the mysterious person sent him a location

"A drink perhaps? Tomorrow, 5am at Tumbleweed Tavern, I'd like to have a talk with you, for old times sake"

Romaric was skeptical but if this really was a college friend of his, and if they were truly sincere about this, he wouldn't want to let them down by not showing up and besides, he needs all the help he can get.

Slightly hesitant, he replied:

"I'll meet you there tomorrow. " And left the conversation at that

"Hope this isn't another deal at the end of the string... " He mumbled to himself before walking to his room

Tomorrow morning, Romaric arrived at the Tavern quite early, he noticed how quiet this part of town was, he had been here before when he was a teen but this time, it was different

He entered the Tavern, it was quiet and there were no people there besides the bartender,

Thinking it was just early in the morning and that he should've expected this place to be empty,

he sat by the counter and ordered a shot of whiskey as he waited for this person to arrive.

Then, A man with a leather coat, a cowboy hat and a belt by his waist, entered the Tavern and sat on the chair adjacent to his, with a sack that seemed to have something heavy in it.

"The hardest you can make" The man said in a hoarse and raspy voice with a slight western accent as he placed his money on the table, sliding it to the bartender.

Romaric didn't want to start trouble so he just kept silent and took a sip of his drink

The man noticed this tension and spoke up to Romaric

"Early Somber, I assume?" In a hoarse and raspy voice without turning to Romaric and just glared at him

"Oh uhm..No, just waiting for someone...Good Sir" Romaric said as he turned to the man, curious on why he had predicted that he was somber

This Piqued the man's interest

"I must say, you're the first person here who doesn't come for only a tough drink" The man said, followed with a chuckle

"How so? This place is a Tavern, right?" Romaric asked the man of curiosity

"A Tavern of the poor, dried-up souls who were unlucky enough to be sent here, either in a bag or because of a somber old Town story" The man replied, taking a sip of his beer.

"Oh, well, may I ask why are you here at an early point of time then?" Romaric asked once again

The man exhaled and answered "Waiting on my boss and my salary, nothing much, only for a living" He took a sip of his beer again.

"Ah, alright..." He said, managing to end the conversation there.

Romaric turned to the bag he was carrying and could see dried red substances on it.

Immediately, He knew what it was and what this man's job was but he didn't interfere to keep the peace and his head.

After a few minutes, another person entered the Tavern.

Romaric turned to the person and saw they had a maroon top hat, a yellow scarf and a red suit.

"Hahah! Looks like you're still the attentive one, Romaric Witherlens" The man said, lifting up his top hat with his left hand and holding out his right hand for a hand shake.

Romaric remembered who this little trickster of a man was now..

"Hm, Quite an entrance like Always, Renjizou Lyrezin..." Romaric said, crossing his arms

"Ah.. and here I was thinking you had forgotten.."

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