No Man's Tale

Clovis

Clovis didn't especially want to make friends or comrades, as he would call it. But he assumed Laviel was different though he knew that if she knew the truth, she would leave him, just like everyone else. But he really liked Laviel. Something about her made him sure that his friendship with her would be worth it. She wore a fur coat (which made sense since Ciranne had cold weather) and a black skirt. She wore fur boots which provided warmth and muffled steps, useful for stealth hunting. Her long choppy hair extended to her back. Her bow and quiver were strapped to her back. This was his First time asking someone if he could join them in a journey. Even in the legion, he kept himself distant. He was worried that Laviel would say no, if so, his effort to follow her all the way to the boat was for nothing. "Look, I've known you for just 30 minutes and now, you want to go with me?" Laviel answered. She was about to say no when Clovis gave her a face that convinced her to agree. "What do we do first?" Clovis asked. Laviel crossed her arms and said "We ask for directions". Laviel pointed towards a bar near the fountain.
Clovis was scared. He never ever wanted to go to bars AGAIN. His past experience wasn't great, and he wasn't looking forward to the next time.
The bar wasn't especially fancy. It was a long hut made of wood and the roof was thatched. There were no doors so you could see what was happening inside, as if asking people: "Think twice before coming inside"
When they went inside, they got blasted with hot air. Compared to the outside, it was very hot.
It was rowdy. People bumped heads with each other, jumped around laughing, and sang songs. A small wooden stadium was placed in the middle, where in, every minute, a drunk man would walk up and sing, then pass out after a few minutes. In the far corner, Clovis could see the ferryman, along with several buff men. Over the counter, a man was scrubbing the bar. Two huge barrels laid on the opposite sides. Every so often, someone would walk over and fill their mugs with rum. The man was young. He wore overalls that were made of cotton. A straw hat was plopped on his head. He reminded Clovis of farmers. He liked them. They were hardworking and easy going.
"Excuse me" Laviel said, though he didin't seem to hear due to the noise.
"Excuse me" Laviel said, a bit louder this time. But he just continued to shrub. Then Clovis walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey" Clovis said "We need help". He seemed to understand since he nodded.
"We need directions" Laviel asked.
"Need what?" He replied, leaning his ear over to Laviel
"Directions". Then he smiled coldly.
"Your a beautiful lady you know" He said. Clovis was dumbstruck. He wanted to tell Laviel that, but he didn't have the courage to do so.
"Hey, back off" Clovis scoffed.
"Hey, why don't you just leave us alone, eh?" The man grunted.
"No" Clovis said sternly, "Just go with your drinking buddies Old Man"
"What did you say runt?"
Finally, Clovis couldn't tolerate it anymore. He smacked his fist on the man's face.