BOOOOOM!
My heart almost stopped. There was a large explosion from outside. It sounded like it was across town somewhere so I calmed down. Bob looked startled for a second but then went back to washing the mugs out.
"Crazy night tonight." I said.
"Your'e telling me!" Replied Bob. I wonder about this town sometimes.
"Yeah me to...." I said losing interest, "Fill up me mug again eh?"
Bob sighed, grabbed my empty mug and topped it up from the mead barrel.
Suddenly the door crashed open. There was standing there a rather large orc!
"Ye Gods!" Bob shouted, "an invasion of greenskins!"
His brothers drew their swords.
"Whoa!" Yelled the orc. "I just want a drink and some food!"
"Hold it boys!" I shouted out to them. "No sense in killing a customer right?"
"I suppose." He replied, not taking his eyes off the orc. His father had been killed by one apparently on a hunting expedition. Allthough it depends who you hear the story from. Another story is that he simply drank himself to death. I think Bob believed the former tale. I have no idea what happened to my parents. I have no memory of them. I had lived with Bob all my life.
The orc, wary too, sat down. I noticed a large wound on his right side. Either he'd been in a fight or had an accident. When noticing the wound was alingned with the scabbard of his sword I grinned.
"Drew your sword too fast eh?" I laughed. The orc glowered at me. For a moment I thought that may have not been the smartest thing to say. Then the orc did something I did not expect. He grinned, then blushed.
"Yeah, I whipped it out too fast!"
"Don't go whipping it out in here!" Bob warned.
He spoke very good human for an orc. Maybe he was even civilised.
An opportunity for profit rang in my drunken brain.
"You play cards my green friend?"
"Cash?" Was his simple reply. I was slightly taken aback.
"Er, sure! Chase the ace then!"
We sat down to enjoy a peaceful evening playing. Oblivious to the insanity all around.
