I think I fell asleep,
Only to wake up,
Somewhere completely new.
A quaint room,
Nothing more than a bed,
And a wooden desk that matched it.
My clothes also changed,
What once was a dusty vest,
Was now a white shirt.
Pure white,
Not a single wrinkle,
And the first time I have worn buttons.
Simple brown pants,
Not the nicest leather,
But still felt too good for me.
I opened the desks drawers,
Inside were more clothes,
And a single note.
It read:
"Since you'll be working downstairs,
I figured you needed new clothes.".
"Downstairs"?
I opened the only window,
And saw the same town below.
Where was I?!
Though I had several questions,
I put my new clothes on.
But before I went downstairs,
I made the bed,
And secured my satchel.
Down the steps I went,
Marching to the beat,
Of a familiar tune.
I was at a loss for words,
I was at the guild's base,
That was the pub.
The manager greeted me,
And said a certain man,
Paid for my room.
She gestured to a table,
And it was obvious;
That loud Armes.
I walked over there,
But he noticed me at once,
And laughed towards me.
"Lad!!", he bellowed,
"How's the new outfit, huh?!
Nothing too tight I hope."
I said it fit like a glove,
To his delight,
And he made me sit down.
"'Venturing takes money, lad.",
He went on,
"So I got you this job 'ere."
I teased him for sounding drunk,
This early in the day,
And he just laughed.
"Early?!",
He practically was yelling at me,
"It's way passed FOUR now!!"
I almost forgot,
I had watched the sunrise;
Did I sleep for that long?!
I got embarrassed,
But Armes noticed,
And tried to explain better.
He went in full detail,
Of how proud he was,
Of what I did last night.
In my ear he whispered,
That he knew all along,
That I was lying.
But he said I deserved a chance,
So he gave me this job;
This great gift.
If I earned enough money,
I could fund real adventures;
Properly.
He believed in me,
I wouldn't let him down,
I would be a hero!
But we all start somewhere,
Even a waiter,
Would become a legend.
So with a smile,
And pen in my hand,
I stood up and proudly said:
"Welcome to the Rusty Spoon,
May I take your order?"
Armes just laughed.
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The Three Blessed Kings
PoetryOnly the power of the "Three Blessed Kings" can restore peace and prosperity to this corrupt kingdom. Explore a vast array of landscapes while enjoying the novel's unique use of the Haiku style format. Truly a passion product.
