Chapter 1 Old Boot Inn
A man with a black beard, long black hair and steel armor entered the inn. There was already an elderly monk, two grizzled mercenaries, and a presumably former archer. The man sat down near the serving area. The barkeeper , an middle aged dirty man holding a towel, approached him.
Barkeep:What can I do for you traveler?
Man:I want one tankard of your best beer, please.
Barkeep:Only if you have the coin for that
The traveler slides one shining gold coin towards the barkeeper. His eyes widen a bit and greedily grabs it before the traveler can have a chance to take it back.
Barkeep:I will bring you a tankard of the best beer right away!
He grins as he goes into the back of his bar. Then suddenly, the door to the inn flies open, and three thugs enter. A large and imposing thug steps forward.
Imposing Thug:Oi! Barkeep! Bring us ALL the beer!
The thugs sit down at a nearby table and laugh loudly as they talk amongst themselves. Suddenly, one of the thugs looks at the monk.
Thug:Hey Erwick, that guy looks awfully familiar! I bet that monk is the bastard Craw we have been after!
Erwick:Is that so? Oi! Monk! What's your name?
Monk:I am not looking for a fight. Please just ignore my presence.
Erwick gets up from the table. One of the thugs , a short man with brown hair, tries to stop their leader.
Short Thug:Erwick, it's not worth it. Even if this monk is Craw, there are other people here, and they are unlikely to overlook us attacking an unarmed monk.
Erwick knocks the short thug's hand away.
Erwick:Shut up. I don't care even if the people here attack me , besides, I have my trusty sickle.
From under his ragged clothes, Erwick pulls out a concealed small sickle while smirking. He walks up to the monk.
Erwick:So? What's your name?
Monk:...
Erwick:Hahaha, fine. Have it your way
He swings the sickle at the monk, who dives away in fear. The short thug cowers behind the table, scared of the impending fight. Erwick notices the thug hiding.
Erwick:Jagrun! Get out of there! Or are you scared of a monk?! hahaha
He walks up to the trembling monk, who is twitching in fear on the floor.
Erwick:Any last words , Craw?
Monk:ALRIGHT!I AM CRAW! BUT PLEASE SPARE ME!!
Erwick:Hahaha. Well, that just seals your fate. You bastard!
Erwick swings the sickle much more viciously and, this time, manages to slice the monk across the leg as he flees to the next table. The barkeeper returns, but he instantly runs back where he came from , hoping to wait out the fight.
Erwick:I have been hunting you for YEARS. Yet you always seemed to evade me. However, not anymore. Today, you WILL die, Friar Craw.
Suddenly, the traveler draws his sword and, with incredible speed, shows up in front of the monk.
Traveler:Don't you think attacking unarmed monks is a bit much?
Erwick:No. I don't. Especially not Craw.
Traveler:Just step away. There is no need for anyone to die over some petty disagreement.
Erwick:Petty?!! You have no idea what this bastard did to me and many others! Move aside, or I will kill you with him!
Traveler:Not a chance.
The Traveler moves his sword extremely quickly, and as if out of thin air, Erwick's hand that held the sickle was sliced off. The thug was shocked by this, but before he could respond to what just happened, the Traveler decapitated him with one swift slice. Erwick's headless body crumpled to the floor. Jagrun and the other thug ran out of the inn as fast they could, hoping not to suffer the same fate as their now dead leader.
The monk looks to the traveler.
Craw:Thank you, stranger. Although I have to ask why save my life? You don't even know who I am.
The Traveler:I just didn't want to sit and do nothing while that thug kills someone who is unarmed and didn't do anything wrong.
Craw:I see... Can I ask the name of the man who saved me?
The traveler sheathes his sword.
Traveler:My name is William Grove. Farewell monk and try not to get killed again.
The barkeep is back serving drinks to the various people who sat through the fight without caring in at all. Grove retrieves beer that is at the end of the serving table and leaves the inn. The barkeep tries to shout at Grove as he takes some other type of beer than the best. But Grove seems not to hear the Barkeep, and he gives up. Craw sits at the back of the inn and smiles to himself.
