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estdeus_innobisDay 141, Monday, October 19th Afternoon
Tavern of Hell
I'll get around to seeing what's in the rest of the town later. Maybe even tomorrow. The journey was long and I want to fucking relax. Don't know if I want to get a room for the night or sleep outside. I guess the tavern will decide that for me depending on how good drinks and food are. They better have food. I am fucking starving. Tavern of Hell. Sounds like my kind of place.
The name of the place sure doesn't match the feel of it. I was expecting some fun perhaps. Not even a bouncer to check for any hidden weapons. Not that the ones visible wouldn't be enough. The bartender eyes them, but doesn't say anything as I order some drinks, paying in trade with some gold rings. Plenty more where those came from. I take my armload of bottled cerveza and carefully walk them over to a table I claimed by setting my bag on it. Leaning, I place them down and I see what seems to be one of those deals that play music. Impresionante... Walk over to it quick enough and I start to play with the buttons. I think this is how it works. I have seen something like this in a movie once. I use to watch a lot of movies when he finally had that piece of shit machine working.
I finally find something to my liking and pull my table closer to claim the area. I swallow down on of my cerveza and grab another. There must be a good brewer in the area. I lean back and light up. Letting the buzz kick in and after a few drinks, I stand facing the jukebox with bottle in hand and blunt hanging from my mouth I start to dance casually.
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Tavern of Hell
I'll get around to seeing what's in the rest of the town later. Maybe even tomorrow. The journey was long and I want to fucking relax. Don't know if I want to get a room for the night or sleep outside. I guess the tavern will decide that for me depending on how good drinks and food are. They better have food. I am fucking starving. Tavern of Hell. Sounds like my kind of place.
The name of the place sure doesn't match the feel of it. I was expecting some fun perhaps. Not even a bouncer to check for any hidden weapons. Not that the ones visible wouldn't be enough. The bartender eyes them, but doesn't say anything as I order some drinks, paying in trade with some gold rings. Plenty more where those came from. I take my armload of bottled cerveza and carefully walk them over to a table I claimed by setting my bag on it. Leaning, I place them down and I see what seems to be one of those deals that play music. Impresionante... Walk over to it quick enough and I start to play with the buttons. I think this is how it works. I have seen something like this in a movie once. I use to watch a lot of movies when he finally had that piece of shit machine working.
I finally find something to my liking and pull my table closer to claim the area. I swallow down on of my cerveza and grab another. There must be a good brewer in the area. I lean back and light up. Letting the buzz kick in and after a few drinks, I stand facing the jukebox with bottle in hand and blunt hanging from my mouth I start to dance casually.
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