Well, a Drink Would Hit the Spot...
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Everything The Hounds did carried some element of grandiosity, paramount of which were their celebrations. And after you get back to the bar, did you celebrate…
Glowing, both in lamplight and that very human warmth, the Burning Blade vibrated with all the excitement it held inside its splintery bones.
In the corner, a fiddling hunter led a jaunty bar song wherein audience members would chime in with their own dramatized tales of gallantry. Another group, in clothes still adorned by sticky vestiges of the hunt, cheered and swapped dancing partners in the middle of the bar, boots kicking up unswept dirt. A third intensely clustered around a chalk target on the wall, flinging close ranged weapons at the bullseye over the grand prize of some grotesque, still wriggling trophy head.
And you were there too. Sitting on a wobbly bar stool, you sipped your snake wine- well, it was some reptile, and the nice person behind the bar said it was tradition after a successful hunt.
It was that auspicious, friendly environment of the Hounds that made a thought pass through that led you to wonder what was in that wine. You wanted to join them. Sure, they were goofy and took themselves a little too seriously, but you relished that sense of community you lacked in your everyday life.
You knew just the man to ask about this. “You know… tonight was kinda fun.” You leaned your elbows on the sticky bar top and murmured. “Might you have an opening for a hunter any time soon?”
Greggor the Great gave you this awe stricken look. Why, it’d been years since anybody thought of the Hounds as something more than the town’s laughing stock! “Well…” he began, a grin spreadimg across his face. “You did prove your competence tonight, traveler."
Standing up to call an abrupt yet slurred toast, Greggor the Very Drunk held up his stein of mead to the crowd, to which many others mimicked. The room fell silent. “To the newest in our ranks…” Accidentally spilling some of the fruity brew on your head, he threw an arm around you. “May our bonds be as strong as the day is long, and our victories… as sweet as the fruits of the night!”
Around you, the entire bar erupted in a resounding howl! Laughing, you howled right along with them.
The End.
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