I am Alice Vulcanstein and I am currently in a little town called Garenin, the epitome of the simple European towns and villas. Getting from place to place wasn't all that hard for the two of us considering the fact that I'm not legally "alive" and Muvere's not legally "human". We had traveled for around a day or two just trekking through busy cities ragged and left a little more on the destitute side and set back a few centuries technologically due to religious conflict. We were almost halfway to our destination when we came across an Inn to stay the night. The sign outside read "The Spanish Garrison" a quaint little cottage establishment with a mostly tile based theme of decor. It was set up as a restaurant walking in with a bar and two sets of stairs in the back which most likely was where the rooms were. The place seemed rather empty with only a humbled old man at one table eating a bowl of soup and to the other end a (considerably elegant) woman at another smoking pipe tobacco. The man at the bar gestured us in. He was a tall man with broad shoulders but a rather stalky/skinny frame and adorning his face an impressively bushy brown mustache sat atop his upper lip. He spoke in a calm rather meak voice."Welcome to The Spanish Garrison you may call me Luis, I run and own the place so what may I get you. Beer, wine, a room, whatever you need it's here you." He began cleaning a glass as we came near and poured two small glasses of cognac. He gestured toward them and I began to reach when the woman spoke.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The woman barely looked at us as she talked, focusing more on reading the daily paper and drinking her coffee than anything else around her. She spoke in a French accent (a real one this time).
"Luis is a kind but foolish man. I know your type, you think you can walk in here and get a free drink without ordering anything else just cause you think you're so high and mighty?" She flipped the page and took a puff of her pipe. "Well you're not! Luis won't do it but I'll have the dogs on you if you try to dine and dash." The woman looked increasingly pissed as she talked as if our innocent expressions only furthered her agitation. The man tapped the cognac bottle to the counter twice.
"Hey Marda! That attitude of yours is gonna scare away the customers. What are you even doing here? It's not your day off." She flipped another page unphased.
"I quit. Not like it puts a lot of money on the table. Anyway, now I have more time to smoke." Luis seemed to start to get annoyed at this.
"Another one? You know you have a kid to support right? Or did you forget about him? Just because he's in highschool doesn't mean he doesn't need his mother." She still wasn't even a little phased.
"Bullshit. We both know he doesn't want me in his life." Luis (seemingly uncharacteristically) threw the bottle at Marda who dodged it without a problem. Luis was fuming with rage but before he could speak Marda got up collecting her things.
"This place is a dump I'll just smoke at home." She tucked her paper under her arm and left with both a mug and pipe in hand. As soon as the front door slammed shut Luis downed both cups at the same time, choking like he had never drank water before.
"Dammit who does she think she is? Astrid doesn't deserve this. Can't she see how hard her own son is struggling. Jesus Christ, who's gonna pay their water bill now?" He looked back at us almost surprised to see that we were still here. He opened his mouth to apologize but I had to interrupt him.
"It's ok! We needed a room and it looks like you've got a few open. How much for the night?" He turned a bit bashful and waved us off.
'"It's fine this one is in the house. Room A12." I ignored him and put down 30 pounds onto the counter.
"I know there's no such thing as a free meal. All is forgiven if you tell me what all that was about over a crown royal." Muvere shuffled back a bit. "Oh right, do you have tea?" He shook his head. "Then they'll take your finest coffee with cream and sugar." He nodded and was quickly able to set our drinks on the counter. In front of Muvere was a coffee mug full of medium roast with sugar packets and a cup of cream to their right. Me and Luis had a bit of a laugh when they first tried it. Muvere had reacted just like a little kid would as they recoiled and spat out the coffee across the counter.
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Frankenstein's Bastard Child
ActionAlice (age 23) has been abandoned by her family shunned by the world join her as she explores a corrupt group of wealthy bastards and the leftover experiments in this supernatural thriller!