The Twisted Adventures of Sir Weimar

Ch.4 : the melee tournament ( Pt.1)

"So we need a total of five people, correct?" Weimar asked as they exited the arena.

Syras nodded."Aye, two more."

"Where do ye intend on finding two more people?" Sangrid asked.

"We can try the tavern?" Weimar suggested.

Syras shrugged. "I was going to say the archery range, but sure that could bloody well work."  

"What are ye waiting for? Move yer lazy arses then!" Sangrid grabbed them both and tugged them toward the tavern. 

Weimar glanced up noticing a large fluffy cloud cover the otherwise clear sunny sky. It gave the whole area a slight shadowy appearance. For some reason, it felt like a bad omen to Weimar, but he shook that thought off. He had the tournament to worry about. 

" Watcha thinking about?" Sangrid whispered in his ear.

"Oh?Uh, nothing important," he stammered.

"Is that so?" she sneered, giving his arm a squeeze.

"Heyy!" Weimar let out a yelp as they entered the tavern. Sangrid let both boys go as they began their search.

"Out of my way!"

Two men pushed past the trio and ran off to the counter area.  There were only two open spots which were now occupied by the men. Weimar saw the counter lined with many men and some boys greedily chomping on hot pies like hungry wolves.

"What is up with that?" Syras raised a brow.

The redhead made a face. "Ah don't know, but ye lads have the most disgusting table manners."  

"In case you didn't know, we have a happy hour due to the tourney."  A voice from behind reached their ears.

All three teens turn to see an obese boy their age standing behind them, holding plates of steaming food. The aroma of fresh meat was enough to make Weimar's mouth water. 

"Free Shepherd's pie and a drink of your choice for the hour," the boy continued.

"Sounds inviting, but we are on a quest," Weimar said.

"Quest, huh?" The obese boy smiled. " Are you hedge knights or something?"

"Do we look like hedge knights?" Sangrid burst out laughing. " Boy, git your eyes checked."

"No, we are participating in a melee real soon and we need two more people to make it a team," Weimar explained. 

The serving boy. "Oh, sounds fun. I wish you the best of luck."

"Would you like to join?" Weimar asked.

Sangrid and Syras were taken back by the question.

"Weimar, please tell me you aren't serious," Syras pleaded. 

"Really? Me?" the server asked. He ran a hand over his shoulder length curly brown hair as he contemplated the decision."I would be honored to. My shift ends in about fifteen." 

"I am honored." The aspiring knight smiled before deciding to introduce himself. "I am Weimar, and these two are Syras and Sangrid."

"I am Adel," the boy answered, returngin the smile as he left to carry out his job." See you in fifteen minutes."

Syras then turned his friend to face him. "Weimar, you out of your bloody mind , mate? No way that fat slob would help our team advance to the finals."

"Don't underestimate him," Weimar countered."Besides, we need to find the ample numbers needed in a limited time. I am not going to waste time searching the whole compound."