"So I told him he was free to go and then I snapped his neck!" Oshujon (thats so werid to pronounce it sounds like a sneeze) was halfway into his sixth beer of the night and was already thinking he was pretty funny. And maybe he would be, if he wasn't talking about how he killed various people for petty crimes because thats what he does. I mean honestly I've got a dark sense of humor, I don't find any humor in giving someone hope and then snuffing them out (the only joke he seemed to tell). It made me question if he had any humanity left. Which is weird since I wonder myself if I have any humanity left.
"That, that is an awful story and I feel horrible for hearing it."
"I think the sense of humor doesn't translate well from the west." Ohsujon was kind of verbose when he was drinking, I'm figuring because he hadn't done anything like this in hundreds of years. We were at Valrym's tavern, there was a tense moment when both of them realized what the other was. More so on Val's part than Oshujon.
"I think joking about murdering someone is not funny no matter what country you are from."
"You know what your problem is Lorentino?"
"I only have one?"
"One that's pissing me off, you just don't know how to enjoy yourself." With that he tipped the rest of his drink back and let out a braying creepy laugh because his voice was already raspy to begin with. We weren't alone in the tavern, but my companion didn't seem to care about decorum or quiet, which upset some of the other patrons.
"Shut up both of you I'm tired of hearing you talk." A surly dockworker who looked like he was barely out of sucking his mothers teet for milk. He had four friends with him who looked similarly young, I could tell they were dock workers from the stink and clothing.
"We'll be quiet enjoy your drinks." There I go trying to be diplomatic.
"Maybe you'll be quiet, I don't take orders from pups." I could tell this was coming, the drinking, the beligerence, Oshujon wanted a fight, probably to blow off steam he no longer has to follow orders and execute people in his own country. Well either that or he just liked exploding peoples noses.
"You want to take this outside old man?" Why do people always attack older people for their age? I mean come on its hurtful! Wait thats why they do it.
"Sure I'd hate to spill my drink." I followed because I had to make sure he didn't kill anyone (It would put a damper on my business to have to deal with one aspect of law dealing with another one, not to mention I don't know if Oshujon understood legal concepts in the lands of the Guard). Valrym for his part harumphed behind the bar and kept polishing glasses or whatever.
"So is it just you or..." The young man's thought was cut off when we got outside, Oshujon's foot ended the conversation, I saw a flash of blood and teeth as he collapsed to the ground. We weren't even really outside (we were barely out of the entry way when Oshujon had spin kicked the one guys teeth into his throat). He closed his eyes and made a hand motion for the other four to come toward him, shockingly they did (such is the problem of the young they think they are invulnerable when its pretty much the opposite). I had to recalibrate how drunk I thought my companion was when I saw how quickly he dismantled the dock workers. I mean I knew the guy was fatal, and had spent hundreds of years killing people, but jeeze I thought they would actually get a hit in. That was not the case, each blow was parried, dodged, or directed towards another combatant, and just like that the fight was over, the final combatants head collided with the side of the tavern with a sickening thump. I worried he'd killed the guy so I checked his pulse, thankfully he was still alive, barely, but he'd recover most likely.
"He'll live." That was all Oshujon said of the encounter and then he went back inside. Well at least his drink didn't get spilled. I recall I didn't finish the spider war sub thread I talked about in previous entries. We won, and by we I mean people, but still I'm keeping my spider language in case they come back and win this war. Look deep down we all want to be ruled by our spider overlords, you know it, I know it, we all know it!
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