The Battle Of Titan's Desert

Chapter 7

Soon enough they were by the door with two small stained glass  windows covered in a little iron grid. They were cheery eyes that  welcomed the guests to the inn.

It was sunset now, it had took the men a while to reach the inn;  though once they had started to experience the city they had forgotten  all about drink. However they had suddenly remembered food; in full  force and couldn't wait to get inside and order a gigantic plate full of  breads, cheeses and meats of all kinds. Torin was literally salivating at the thought.

Thinking about how late it had gotten to the men decided it would be  best to wait now for the others as it was nearing the time for everyone to meet.

They were surprised that they could have gotten so submerged in  something as 'poncey' as the spice and fruit markets. The trio all  collectively felt they were getting soft. They hadn't spilt proper blood  in a while. Daron and Torin embraced it somewhat in the back of his mind. Korvar  on the other hand worried for his masculinity.

Within a short while all of the men had made their way back. Palim  had bought some new armour including a shiny nasal helmet, just like the one's from his homeland. Laqi was  incredibly happy to have visited family and seemed full up with food,  presumably he was visiting his grandmother.

The overall armoury was looking much better now. Most of the men had  cleverly bought helmets and better, sharper weapons. Those with a bit of  extra little bit of coin had bought some extra bits of armour and other  little trinkets.

As the men entered the tavern the interior very clearly contrasted  it's colourful bright exterior. It was very reminiscent of the taverns  from Torin's homeland: Stone walls, loud drunkards and bitter drink.  There wasn't any fighting to remind Korvar of Skjordar. Presumably they  had just come on the wrong day.

Judging by the man at the bar the tavern was  run by some people from across the sea; bringing a bit of that culture  with them to Ansolos. Plenty of Ansolese were enjoying the novelty of  it.

The tavern filled up with Daron's retinue as  they all headed off in different directions: most of them headed off to  tables as a woman; presumably the barman' wife took their order, the  others headed straight to the bar to get that drink they've been longing  for all day.

Korvar walked over to the bar with a very  curious combination of a confident grin and fearful eyes; he was going  to try the scorpion bite. Before be was able to make his request to the  barman a tall Nuralian fellow with the darkest, shiniest skin Korvar had  ever seen approached him.

"You have the look of a man about to have a Scorpion Bite?" Asked the strange man.

"So?" Korvar replied abruptly, messily eating a leg of lamb he had stole from a nearby plate.

The man paused, he hadn't encountered someone so rude, so vulgar before.

"Let me try this again, my name is Sangreso.  Me and my brother over there run a group called the Dakusa Shadows."  The stranger introduced himself as he pointed over to where his brother  was.

"Huh, pretty name." Korvar replied, pretending not to care.

"Yes, name's are meaningless really, 'the  Dakusa Shadows,' it is indeed a pretty name." Sangreso began to explain.  "Do you know who the Dakusa were? They were an ancient tribe. That's  all I know, but hey, they make for a pretty name" Sangreso chuckled.

"What do you even want?" Korvar sighed.

Sangreso pointed over to the other men,"are these your friends?" He asked, "I have had my eye on your little band of  men for a while. I know what you are here for."