Year 5GP(great peace)

Season:spring

"Bar tender! the strongest alcahol you got."Ordered a beastmen.he had a lean body with two large apricot coloured rabbit ears protruding from the top of his light brown spiky hair as he stare at the bar tender expectingly while sitting on a bar stool noticeable small for him.

This was a rare sight to see for anyone in the tavern. Especially since beastman came from the east far from the town deep in dwafern lands he was in now.

The dwafern bar tender gazed at the beastman up and down.He wore light leather armour covering him from the neck downwards with a one sided short sword strapped to his waist .The bar tender had at first thought the beastman was a trader since they were the only one who would come this far west. Although on a second glance why would a trader be in leather armour or even openly show his weapon.A trader would normally hide their personal weapon and armour both to seem non threatening when making deals and to surprise bandits who thought the trader was an easy prey.So if he isn't a trader who is he and why is he here.

"do you speak orcish" the dwarf ask in orcish

"Why yes I do"the beastman replied in kind

"Thats good I didn't understand a lick of what you said earlier so what do you want? the name's George by the way"

"Irata fang and the strongest alcahol you got"

"2 large copper and 5 small copper"

The beastman slams the coins on the table raises it at the George. about to guzzle it down until a tap on the shoulder drew his attention away. with a turn of his head he sees a rather pale dwarf with a large grin on his face.

"How would you like a job?I'll ever pay for all the drinks"

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Damn this beastman!

He's drinking my money away this should have been a short negotiation on the price for escorting me to nishoni.But now he's drunk and babbling on about who knows what.Worst of all when ever I try to leave he grab my arm and forces me to stay and carries on with his conversation that has long devolved into half made word and sentence that slurred at the end with ruckus laughter scattered about.

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I turn to the bar keep for help but he simply smiles and takes my money for the drink the red faced fool been drinking away.

I should have never listened that damned undead bitch.

'Offering to pay for any drink he orders' she said

'Would surely stream line the negotiation' she said

Bah!! all it did was get the man drunk before I noticed and most of my gold gone in flash this has been nothing but a waste.And now that bitch is no where to be seen when I find her I'll give her a hell of a tongue lashing if I can't hit her I can at least shout.

*sigh*"I should have never brought her back to life" I grumbled

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I stare off to crimson sky as an oncoming storm brewed in the distance and ever so slowly crawled its way here.And in kind People scurry away through both the narrow alleyways and the crowded bustling street to seeking shelter to escape the oncoming storm.With those who go past me remain completely oblivious of the unnatural being they pass through.

If only they could see me if only they could hear me than I wouldn't need to always talk to that damned man just to share my opinions or to find comfort .It would have at least made being stuck with that man a little more tolerable.this is all his fault if only that damned man hadn't brought me back as a ghost I wouldn't even have this problem .Worse of all I was brought back into this world with no memory of my life before and nit to mention being forced to stay in the vicinity of him or be forcefully dragged along by my neck as if I was wearing a collar leashed to him.

I mindlessly gaze at the passersby go through or pass the alley.Before I knew it the grey cloud had blanketed the sky and the simple folk had all left the streets for cover.

"Back to the accursed man"

I mumble As I made my way back to the bar where I had left him and hopefully the negotiation had soured with the negotiated being to drunk to give a defined answer it was always fun to sour that man's day maybe I'll stick around abit more.

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"When dad coming home" asked a young boy

"Sooner or later come now stop watching the window and close it shut

Before the rain gets in "

"Yes mother " the Boy replied before hearing the wet splashing of foot steps.

His head burst through the window expecting to see his father running home from the fields outside of town. only to be disappointed to see two tall figures covered head to toe in cloak rush past.

The boy locked the window and join his mother at a small table they owned and drank the watery cold soup and thought to himself "father was probably stuck in the rain somewhere"