Journeys of Tainted Souls

3- Inside the Tavern

The cacophonous sounds of drunkards irritated the young Sorcerer in the person of Ytton Redscar from the moment he entered this blasted place.

No, irritation is more than that. If he could just cast a spell that would blast their already blasted mouth he would do it no sooner. But he couldn't for the law forbids it as well as the reason why he was here in the first place.

No matter how irksome these people are, he still needed the informations they carry. It is certain at least one or two would utter it. This mission must be done as silently as possible.

The Cell justified its namesake. The whole corners of the tavern are filled with every type of unwanted persons. The place can boast that it contains the incarnated personification for the Seven Deadly Sins.

People at the left side dominated the vain kingdom of haughtiness with their pompous clothes and false shouts of bravery. Spoiled and reckless youths from the upper class. If it isn't for their parents' tight grip on coins, the people from the right side is now reducing them into crushed pulps.

"Hey you, blood-drained walking stick, wanna nibble the soles of my shoe?" Mocked a black-haired dandy, making his peers to laugh with amusement. They even toasted for it.

Another blonde youth at his left said, "Aw, Timothy. No bones will be left of you for certain. Look!  It's like the man could gobble a whole cow for just one night!"

Another cheers of approval.

"That would be really bad Nicholas, since I am preserving my whole body for many more nights of pleasure. Specially in the bed." Timothy replied with a knowing wink towards his companion, and added the last part in a lustful tone.

The one who was made the laughingstock remained silent just like the others. A silent puppet, yielding to its master's wiles.

A bottle-bodied blonde pranced about carrying a tray containing wines. Red, luscious lips curled into an inviting smile expecting the boastful youths to bite her wholesome perfectness. A look of deep-seated need  from the boys answered and satisfied her's.

Tsk. More babies' life will be wasted again. Ytton thought with enough disgust.

A burly man from one of the tables near the youths' suddenly reached out one of his long and hairy arms around the whore's butt. The girl yelped and swatted his hands away, repulsion evidence on her fair face.

What? Even a seed now chooses its chicken? The sorcerer thought sarcastically.

"What's your problem you whore?!" The burly man shouted at the girl's face with contorted face.

She wiped the spittle flown at her perfectness with utter disgust and repulsion. "Watch your mouth, mister filthy!" She shouted back darkly, making a step away from the man while trying to look brave.

A hand whacked her unblemished face making a natural blush appear on her face.

"You dare!? You dare!?" It came from mister "Burly Man" (as Ytton labeled him) and he pushed away the table. Wines from the bottles he is recently drinking from were spilled its contents, splashing onto the cemented floor. Burly man grabbed the girl tightly and made sure to lock a face with her.

Writhing and squirming away  did nothing to break the rocky of an arm that threatened to squizzed her breath away. "Let go of me, ugly bear!"

What? She still has the audacity to play the brave?