"Does that help?"
"It does thanks"
Aubrey smiles more genuinely this time.
"Lastly, our destination ends in the West in the 5th position. What will be the result or consequence if he starts changing his false beliefs to positive ones? The Reversed Seven of Wisdom."
The card in question was hard to decipher by looks alone. A nightmarish creature opened its wide frog-like maw with long serrated teeth and hidden sharp claws grasping in ambush. It is behind a wisen-looking robbed male lofting or producing a glowing orb of magical light, illuminating the pitch-black darkness of whatever depth this man found himself in, but the old man has his eyes closed.
"The harsh light of reality pierces the darkness. It's time to open your eyes and stop dreaming. You have more clarity and wisdom through experience. You are no longer trapped in the darkest deep clutches of your own monsters. Take decisive action."
The way things were headed he might run into more crazy things anyway whether it follows him or he causes it. Wherever he goes trouble follows, but keeping secrets was getting tiring.
"I met Selûne. She is a nice lady. I can see why you like her." Clint says off-handedly.
Aubrey nods her head up and down. "Yes, she is a most gracious… Wait? You what, Clint?"
"Yeah, did I not mention that before? Vanyel and I in the Cloakwood went through a portal?"
"No! Vanyel too?"
Clint stands up wobbling a bit before straightening himself out and heading over to the bar with the 3 men casually drinking.
"Yeah just a sec, Hey! Bojovnik!" The Cobra calls out The Monk. Wilson and Darbrand turn around to assess the interloper. Bojovnik puts his glass down again and doesn't turn around.
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"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Everyone's shoulders tense up waiting for a pin to drop. Nobody is saying or breathing anything.
"Thanks for the lesson." Bojovnik turns around to Clint bowing still not gracefully.
“Hm…Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without one.” Bojovnik says softly, everyone relaxes somewhat.
“Is this seat taken?'' Clint gestured to the seat next to Bojovnik. Bojovnik raises a hand giving assent. Clint plops himself down and waves at the bartender getting his nervous attention.
“I'll have what he's having.” Clint points to Bojovnik’s glass. The bartender chuckles, glad cooler heads prevailed, grabs low behind the bar an empty glass setting it down on the bar. He returns, procuring the now popular drink and pouring Clint his shot. Clint grabs the glass and downs it in one go.
“Ah… hit me...” Clint swiftly places the glass down and raises two fingers. “...and make it a double.”
Wilson snorts and begins laughing, Garmult smiles and turns around hiding himself behind his drink. Bojovnik smirks and turns back to the bar. The bartender catches his attention and motions to Bojovnik with the bottle, he nods and his cup is filled.
Aubrey shakes her head still full of questions. The man in question turns to find his friend.
“Hey Aubrey, come steal a seat. Wilson was telling me the time I kicked his ass.” Garmult almost spits his drink out and chokes, slapping his chest and then the bar.
“You got lucky, runt, and I was starting to like you too.”
“I’ll have another ale.” Aubrey quietly took up the seat next to Clint.
“She can have as many as she wants tonight on me,” Garmult says to the nodding bartender.
“If you’re giving out free drinks…?”
“When you pay your dues you can have one on the house.”
“Cheapskate”
“What was that?”
“I said-least-eight more days till payday.”
The evening into the night went on like that till everyone passed out in a drinking game.