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Original X-roads-2003
The full of mug raised and fell with the force, the liquid sloshing out.
Farshon could hear in the back of his mind one of Rasfer’s million rants about “A waste of good spirits”, when some ale was sloshed on the bar. It was like a natural reflex for him to complain anytime it happened. There stood the town drunk silent, and doing the sloshing as well. He turned around and looked at Ras, ‘But to not even drink it all?’
“It pulled lightening out of the sky and blinded people. It knocked people out with it.” Rasfer sounded crazy.
“So where is this ‘Demon’?” Farshon inquired.
“Frija.” Rasfer took a drink of the ale. “Alrik brought him to silence us, along with soldiers.”
“Where’s are the Knights?” Farshon couldn’t believe Peit went off without at least one Knight.
“They are coming.”
“They?” Farshon distanced himself from Ras. “What did you do?” he asked in a low voice, more to himself that Ras.
“I’ve got to warn the others.” Rafert pushed off the bar after gulping the last bit of ale from the mug. “I have to get to Asron before it’s too late. They are building the bridge. The soldiers will come. You know Rascal will fight.”
“Hurry before it’s too late.” Farshon urged.
As Raf ran out, the reality of it all began to settle in. A small feeling came over Farshon, things could change. They could change to a new way. If the Knights were going to start pushing for control, there was no way they could fight all of the villagers. They could start a war, they could stand up for themselves and be in control of their own destiny.
Farshon laughed to himself, and Rasfer could go to the land that makes stajaki and drink himself into a stupor over there.