Pashiva 4 The Duln Saga

Lost On the Trail, Brawlers Pub

          The Brown Cloaks after leaving Aryopola are now on their way to Mid World to rescue Melat's mother from GONE the organization which supposedly took her away. The chariot in which the Brown Cloaks are riding is being guided by Felren who staring heavily at the road ahead of them while pondering as to where they are. Meanwhile inside the chariot: Melat, Pyroy, Eresil, Naytan, Array and  Anita seem to be completly bored. "Felren are we there yet"? Melat complained. "Melat we've been on the road for only a week are you that impaitent"? Anita asked. "I don't know it feels like maybe two weeks". Naytan added. "You're both wrong, it's been about less then a month". Pyroy said while staring ahead behind Felren hoping to be of some help in navigating him. "So uh Pyroy, any idea where we are"? Felren asked with slight concern. "Let's see". Pyroy said while squinting his eyes in concentration as to where they were. Everyone else watched in anticipation for Pyroy's answer. "Nope, not a clue". Pyroy concluded while the rest of the Brown Cloaks sighed in disappointment. "Well we should at least stop somewhere to eat and get drinks". Array said. "Yeah that's true, Melat ate the entire supply on the way here". Eresil mentioned. "HOW CAN YOU EAT THAT MUCH"? Naytan yelled smacking Melat in the head. "Ow, I was hungry sorry". Melat groaned while holding the spot on his head where he was hit. "You at enough meals for a month long trip". Everyone said in unison. The chariot then approached a sign on the road which read "Luyn South West" and "Brawlers Pub". Both locations lead to the southwest. "We should probably make a detour and head there". Felren said. Melat lifted up his head. "Well shouldn't we just keep going west until we reach Mid World"? Melat asked. "Well, we're out of food and water. No use in charging forward if we won't make it to Mid World before we starve to death". Felren replied. Melat reluctantly accepted Felren's idea as the chariot trotted south west as the forest became more deep and foliage ridden. 

         While the chariot kept on moving down through the forest, they eventually stumbled upon a small cottage looking building in the middle of nowhere. The cottage had a straw roof, cobblestone foundation, wooden walls, and stainless glass windows. The outside had a stable with horses left by customers who are attending the bar at this moment. They stopped their chariot and entered the bar. However as they entered a group of seven people watched as they left their valuable looking chariot. One of the men had a deep scar on under his right eye while they all seemed to be wearing green shirts with brown pants and loafer shoes. They all also wore bandanas of various colors around their heads. "Four of you watch the chariot, make sure no one else takes it, the rest of us will deal with them inside the bar". The man with the scar said. Three of the thugs walked towards the bar casually while the remaining four stood by the carriage and hoped no one would walk by. 

      Inside the bar was a lively crowd of various men and women who were cheerfully drinking, talking and laughing and not paying any attention to the seven Brown Cloaks who waltzed into the bar. "You're expecting to get food here"? Anita asked. "Well, there aren't exactly any markets around so maybe they got good stuff". Felren said. "I think the real question is if we're gonna be getting good food". Eresil said while watching a passed out drunk slumped in a chair with drool leaking out of his mouth with a jug of beer laying on his stomach while the alchohal spilt out. "I'm sure it'll be fine". Felren said. They then sat at the seven bar stools while they waited for a bartender to approach. After a few moments of waiting one bartender approached who also appeared to be drunk. His slouched posture and dilated eyes proved he wasn't the most reliable of employees to approach. "What can I get you fellerrrs". The bartender slurred. "Yes, can you get us enough water for a month long journey and enough food for a month long journey"? Felren asked. "WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE, A FREAKIN GROCERY STORREEEE". The bartender mumbled in frustration. The seven looked worried. "Tell you what. I'm feelin generous today so I'll go and fetch you guys somethin to snack onnnn". The bartender slurred as he began to walk away when the wooden doors to the bar were kicked open by the man with the deep scar. He was accompanied by two of his lackeys while the three of them scanned the bar for the seven they saw walk into the bar. They then noticed the Brown Cloaks waiting for their food and water at the bar stool. "Hey you kids, listen up". The scarred man yelled sternly. Melat and Felren then turned towards them in wonder. "You all are gonna have to say your goodbyes to your little carriage outside. Cause we're taking it with us for whatever that hunk of metal is worth". The scarred man said. The Brown Cloaks paid no mind to the man and turned back towards the bartender who looked intimidated by the sight of the men. The rest of the bar quieted down as they watched the scarred man walk over to Melat, grab his shoulder and spin him towards him. "So kid, why aren't you scared"? The man asked. "I beat two Under Lords, so you don't exactly intimidate me". Melat said with no hesitation. The man backed up in concern. "What the hell, man you're lying. Just for that I'll kill you and THEN take your carriage. So get up if you wanna give me a fight worth fighting". The man said. Felren and Melat smiled at each other maliciously as the two of them got up while the other two thugs seemed worried. A bar fight was about to occur in Brawlers Pub.