Gentle_Bull
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- Parts 18
"Will 'Flamefist' Paragon?"
The grizzled man with the graying hair took a long gulp from his glass, the ice cubes clinking against the smooth surface. For a few seconds, that was all he did, then he turned his eyes, bloodshot but still sharp, towards the middle-aged woman.
"I don't go by that anymore," he replied gruffly.
"You're a bounty hunter. The stories say you reached into a dragon's mouth and ripped out its tongue, and when it lit your hand on fire you put it out with its eye."
"The stories say a lot of things."
"So that was a lie."
Flat, almost heartbroken. She was moderately well dressed, most likely middle class, with an apple bottom and an equally large bosom. He took this all in with a sense of tasteless, dry humor.
"Exaggeration. It's good for business. Now if you don't mind -"
He stood up, almost knocking the stool over. His honestly surprised expression said: 'whoops', and he straightened up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. The fabric came away stained with alcohol.
"- I'll be leaving. I have... Important business with the innkeeper's daughter."
His words were slurred, his voice earnest and somehow pleasant.
"Sir, I don't care if the stories were true or not. You're the only person who can help. Please. We don't have much, but... We'll pay you. Everything we have."
"Not interested, lady," he grumbled, stumbling away from the bar. "I don't want your cash and I don't want to help. Bugger off."
"I beseech you, sir. Help a village in need."
He didn't answer, slowly shuffling towards the exit. Keeping his balance was becoming increasingly difficult, and the droning of the woman from behind him was only irritating him further.
"We have children!" she cried. "Surely you can't be that heartless!"
He paused at that and could almost feel hope flicker inside her. Then, his heart heavy, he pushed the mahogany door open and exited, leaving his worries behind him. Or so he believed. Maybe he wanted to believe that.
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