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Original X-roads-2003
In the Past…
Rasfer ran out of Frija and straight to Kishar. It only took him a day and half, he ran the whole time.
Rasfer ran inside Fatooms, the only tavern in small village. He was out of breath and couldn’t speak.
Farshon the barkeep, a burly man with more muscles than body limbs, approached the drunkard he knew so well. “Take it easy there, Rasfer.” He poured Ras’ normal drink into a mug and set it on the bar in front of him. “It dinna dry up all of the sudden.”
Rasfar gulped dry air and tried to find a voice to speak with.
Farshon paused and studied Ras for a while.
“There’s a..” Rasfar gasped for air and struggled, “A Demon.”
Farshon let out a deep bellied laugh and hit Rasfar with a play nudge.
Rasfer fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
“Ahhhh! You’re drinking that bad stajaki again, I told you that stuff goes sour after floating on the sea waters for so long.” Farshon turned his back on the drunk. “I told you Asart saw that scarlet dragon. You were warned not to drink any of that stuff that comes across the oceans. Why do you think they are always trying to stop us from doing that? It’s for your own good Rasfer. I’ve told you time and time again, leave well enough alone. You and all your high adventures…”
“It’s there I tell you!” Rasfer slammed his fist on the bar.