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« on: August 18, 2012, 03:24:46 pm »
Haunted eyes stared ahead unseeing as the boy trod through the Castle Town crowd, his sword dragging along the floor with his exhausted stoop, causing other to complain of the noise. He made his way slowly through the throngs of people until the Inn loomed in sight. Holding up a shaking hand he pressed it flat against the wooden door, pushing it open with the last of his might. Upon his entry he spotted a group of dwarves who had traveled here for trade some time ago. One of them looked up, spotting him immediately "Ahaha! Welcome back Lad! We didn't expect to see you alive!"
Colour flushed the youth's face "You tricked me. You left me for dead." He panted, shuffling forwards with as much strength as he could muster. The group was still laughing heartily. "We didn't do anything lad, it was you who chose to follow Grundor to Thwore, we told you a human couldn't do it, but since you're one of the few we've seen that survived why don't you join us for a drink?"
Despite the ridicule he was being put through Calid didn't have any money on him and a drink right now sounded like heaven. He slumped into a chair, taking a hearty swig from the glass put before him. Firery heat rose in his throat and he spat out the vile liquid, coughing and hacking as his tormentors laughed louder. "What's the matter boy? Can't handle a Dwarven Stout?"
Calid groaned, letting his head hit the table "I hate Dwarves...."