Tired he droped down on the chair. Infront of him a mug of dark beer. He didnt even have enough strength left to wash the blood of his hands.
Around the table his brethren were seated nursing their own mugs, all of them worn out. Noone was in the mood for talking after participating in the slaughters of this day.
The door to the tavern was pushed open and Curtis -known as the sausage knight - entered wearing a cheerful grin:" 'ello guys! What a day what a day!"
"Oh damn it why did my damn mother not throwe that one in the river?!" Keech the wizard mumbeld so only the guys at the table could hear him.
That forced a smale grin on the faces around the table.
" You guys up to somethin'? Feel like finding myself some more wimps to beat up! Bursting with energy after this day!" Curtis kept on - unaware of the mood that filled the room.
"Bugger off Curtis...noone aint got nerves for talkin' to you right now." As the big brother the Wizard always tried to shut Cutris down before he could get started so the others would not just kill him one day to get some peace.
"Leave the little one be Keech...his blood is still running hot!" Faceing the Sausage knight he tossed him a coin "get yourself a brew an conserve your strenth...Scoutreports say there are mroe of them out there just waiting to ge their share!"
"'Oi! Like the sound of tha'! Free Brew and more wimps to beat up tomorrow! You make me even more happy with those good news!"
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Thanks for the great battles this day to everyone involved on our side aswell as on the other side !
