Moon Elves Of Elements

Chapter 2: The half blood at the pub

Credit to FitzFranklin !

"Oh bite me you blind old crow."
"I don't have to see to know you're a blubbering drunk." An old man said, standing behind the bar in a small, crowded tavern.
"Oh so you're cutting me off are ya? A deed's a deed old man, now serve us another pint now will ya?" Argued a young man, sitting on the other side of the counter. His skin was dull, as if it was lacking pigment, sweat glistened on his forehead, most likely a side effect of the packed atmosphere and the drinks he had mixing in his gut. His hair was a natural red brown and hung in dreads from his head. He had features of both orc and elf decent that formed the frame work of his body.
"I told you no, I've been telling you no, Roulf. You're a damn drunk. Now if you don't get out of my pub Moriarty and yourself will get acquainted again." The old man snapped, holding a boney finger to point at the strong built orc, tending to customers further down the bar.
"Come now, Averet, ya don't want to be rash. It's only a pint." The young man, Roulf, bargained.
"For the last time no! You've been drinking me out of my beer, and you're a no good musician drunk." The old man said and looked once again to the orc further down the way. "Moriarty! Get this sap out of my sight, and don't let him back in."

Moriarty made his way around the counter, then headed over to where Roulf stood, leaning against the counter towards the old man, Averet.
"Come on now don't be brash Mori." Pleaded Roulf, slyly, turning to face the orc that stood before him, "Let's talk about this over a drink shall we?" He added and a snide laugh.
The orc grabbed him harshly by his shoulders and began backing him up to the door, "Out with you half blood." Moriarty grumbled as he pushed Roulf out the door.

The young man stumbled off the curb, loosing his balance, he hit the ground. He had just enough time to move his head out of the way as his lute was tossed onto the ground beside him.
"Up yours! You up tight old bastards!" Roulf called, as Moriarty the orc disappeared back into the pub, the door closing behind him.

Picking himself up off the ground, Roulf looked down at his hand with a small smirk. Sitting in his palm was a small velvet pouch with the name 'Averet' embroidered on it. He gave it a small shake and listened to the sound of the gold coins clink against one another, then stuffed the small pouch into a pocket on the inside of his coat as he bent down and picked up his lute.

"A deeds a deed." Roulf sighed to himself with a small smile as he headed down the cobblestone path, with a full belly and an extra spring in his set. He wore the strap of his lute so the hand craved instrument hung from his back. He continued down the path to the outskirts of the village, before finally entering the woods.

Following a path hidden to the untrained eye, he eventually arrived at his small cottage on the lake. Now the place wasn't his, but it didn't appear to have been lived in for years when he had first stumbled upon the place. So, by law of the land, the cottage was his.

He opened the creaky wooden door then kicked it shut behind him as he stepped out of his shoes, taking a max box from the table and striking one into a flame. He tossed the match into the fire pit listening to the fire slowly grow, he laid down on an old shuck mattress and slowly drifted off.