![]() The group of adventurers that just entered chose a seat near his, quite the distance for him to eavesdrop on their conversation. Their arrogance, their intense devotion to nature, their massively overblown ego, there are almost a thousand reasons for him to hate an elf, and he could even add more to the ever-growing list. He loathed them greatly, though it is not without reason. A dwarf, a wolf man, a gold-haired human, and elves. Out of all those who entered, there were five that caught his attention. His eyes then darted towards the door, figures soon entering from the door of the tavern. His daydreams were soon interrupted by a loud shout, not of fear nor of terror, but one of great excitement. He could not blame them, however, for a long time has passed ever since those days-his days of glory. Not even one of the adventurers know of his story, for all assumed that he simply is a starting adventurer. He then wiped them, as soon as he noticed a crawling sensation on his cheeks. Tears slowly formed within his eyes, tears of nostalgia and of longing. Times of grave danger and times of great catastrophe, turned into memories he wished to live once more. The past seem to be much more different, now that he was thinking about it. Those glorious days of his, those days when he adventured more than he did right now, those days when he encountered monsters that seemed too great, too powerful to be defeated. Oh how he wished his days be turned back, for those memories seemed as if it happened yesterday. There were also voices within earshot, telling stories of adventure, of treasure, and of glory. The wooden floor creaked ever so slightly, the planks were old and unevenly placed. The sound of mugs colliding with each other, of plates clattering against the tables, of weapons clanking as they were placed on the floor, of adventurers telling tales of their exploits, these sounds filled the tavern with life. Will he drink it now? Or will he fill his waterskin with it and drink it later? These questions boggled his mind, for all he wanted to do was to drink it anyway. #Dwarf fortress hfs freeHis free hand found it's way towards his bag. This was his last mug, he said to himself, slightly trembling from it's implications. Disclaimer yadada fanfiction description blablabla Here's another story from me (written while I cried because I lost the original copy of my two fanfic manuscripts and had to start over again.) ![]()
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