A phantasy script.

The Phantasy Script Part 41: The Fish 'N' Brine

Berd: THESE are drinks! Hey, Fylec do you remember the Siren's Tail?

Fylec: Do I ever, eurgh! No more beer for me, ever again.

General: So, you're really not into a drinking game with beer?

Fylec: No, no thanks!

The hustle and bustle of the tavern is lively, with merry goers laughing, spilling drinks and the occasional drunken songs suddenly erupting. Jokesum enters.

Berd: Oh, hey Jokesum!

Fylec: Berd's slightly drunk!

General: Drinking game then?

Jokesum: Hey guys! Well, I would have done if you hadn't let Berd drink mine, Mood!

Downing another beer slightly, Berd looks towards his group and puts the flaggon down.

Berd: Oh, crap. Sorry, dude.

Jokesum: It's okay, I'll go up to the bar and order myself one. Another round for you all?

Fylec: Wait, what did you sell at the store?

Jokesum: Oh, the wand that Yuuki gave me and her necklace.

General: I'll take another drink, though careful of that barmaid. She's a feisty one!

Jokesum raises an eyebrow as he looks over at the bar, a blonde haired woman is serving drinks to others.

Jokesum: Is that...Agnes?

Berd: Nope, her sister. Bertha.

Jokesum: So, okay. I'll get another round for you each, plus two for me to catch up!

There's a chuckle amongst the group as Jokesum walks passed tavern goers, checking that none of them look shifty as he reaches the bar.

Bertha: Hello small tiefling! Lovely ta meetcha! Welcome to the Fish 'N' Brine! What'll it be?

As he looks up, the blonde barmaid swiftly puts her hair behind her ears and smiles at him.

Jokesum: Another round of drinks for my friends and...

Bertha: Oh, you're with the Hunter's Guild? Lovely gents, especially that hunk of muscle Mood!

Jokesum: Yes, well that's a nice way of describing him. Two for me another one for them please.

Bertha: That Elf is weird, gots to say I've never had someone so adamant for red wine in me life!

Jokesum: Fylec, yeah he went off beer real fast after our inci...dent in another tavern.

Bertha: What incident? Did you guys cause the Pig 'N' Beer to collapse?

Jokesum: What? Oh, no no. I meant in Cavenoor.

She looks at Jokesum skeptically as he grins towards her.

Bertha: Well, now that I'm the only tavern here I'm busy as anything! Good for me.

Jokesum: I guess then it is lucky that you are, no more competition.

Bertha: *Pffft* Elenor didn't hold a candle to me. Loads of people went in and never came back, shame really. There were some good folks that went missing.

Pouring the beers, and the red wine, as she talks, Bertha then hands Jokesum a tray with the drinks and smiles at him as he walks back carefully to his group.

Berd: Ah, beer! Who would have thought that...

Suddenly a tavern goer approaches the group, looking very angrily at them all.

Drunken Tavern Goer: You're bloody thieves! Those armours don't belong to you!

The group look around at each other then back at the drunken person, realizing that the armour that they have been wearing is from after their fight with Elenor. It is indeed, not their own.

Fylec: I'm sure we can talk about this before...

Drunken Tavern Goer: Take it off! Bloody Ogre and Tiefling wearing armour that ain't yours!

General Mood stands up, his muscles twitching as he seems to shadow over the drunken person.

Drunk Person: Your armour is stolen. Give it back, please?

A hush crosses over the crowded tavern as everyone within looks at the Hunter's Guild.

Bertha: Hold on, yeah! That bloody suit of armour that your wearing belonged to someone else!

General: If you'll all calm down, we can explain.

Drunken Person: Get 'em!

The crowd of patrons suddenly all begin to launch themselves at the group as Berd grabs his flaggon, finishes it and grabs Fylec before running out of the tavern. Jokesum follows them closely as General Mood stands in the doorway.

General: Now, let me talk before you all start something that you ARE going to regret!

The tavern is now fully angered as the large figure of General Mood stands tall in the doorway, every now and then people trying to push passed himself.

Bertha: I thought your armour looked amazing, now we know why! Thief!

General: We are not thieves, we took these from the Pig 'N' Beer!

Tavern Goer: You could have given them back to the tower!

General: Uh, true! We're sorry for not doing that.

Bertha: I'll call the bloody guards! Give back what you took!

Frustrated by the entire place being angered, he snorts a steaming breath. All of the tavern then hushes once more.

General: I'm not usually an angry man, but you're ALL driving me to the point of no return!

Bertha: Alright, fine! Everyone, calm down! Get your group to return all of the "misplaced" items that you took from Elenor's to the tower!

General: Okay, fine!

Through grimacing teeth he speaks then leaves the doorway as onlookers in the bar watch him regroup with his friends.

Berd: Guess we're done with the niceness from this place.

Fylec: Well, I'm sure the Mayor will understand once we hand them in. Quickly, before we enter the tower, you three strip of the armour that you took.

General: Yeah, alright. Damn it, I really liked this armour too!

Jokesum: Just take it off. I'm sure we can find more somewhere.