Rynheart walked slowly into The Lone Eye Tavern and sat down on one of the spinning stools at the bar. Keirin the bartender eventually made his way up to Rynheart and politely asked for his order.
"I'll have a mug of warm ale and some bread and cheese." Keirin nodded before walking to a ale barrel and letting the ale run from the metal tap into a pot. Keirin then put the pot over a large fire in a small brick oven. After about five minutes Keirin took the pot off the stove and poured the ale into a chipped mug. He handed Rynheart the mug along with a plate with half a loaf of bread and a wedge of cheese.
A man dressed in shabby patched clothes sat down next to the Jeweler.
"Hello Rynheart," said the man staring at the surface of the bar.
"Hello Cobbler," said the Jeweler taking a long sip from his mug of steaming ale. "How's the business?" asked Rynheart.
"Not so good," said the Cobbler gravely. "Customers are starting to gravitate towards the cobblers of Angora, they're starting to create an industry for the trade there, it's not good for local business."
"Tell me about it," said Rynheart sympathetically, "Its the same for me, customers are going to the big stores in the city," he said shaking his head sadly.
The bell on the door tinkled as a group of customers walked in for their evening drink.
"It doesn't help that I lost another apprentice today," said Rynheart sipping again from the mug. He swayed slightly on his stool. "Until I find a new one, works going to be a lot slower."
"Gee Rynheart, you go through apprentices like you need a new one every other day," said the Cobbler with a small smile.
Rynheart took a large bite of cheese and then washed it down with a loud slurp of warm ale. He tilted his head back, downing the mug in a loud gulp.
"I'd better go Mr. Cobb," he said his words slurred. He got up from his stool before staggering out the bar door.
Awesome. :D
ReplyDeleteKeep writing on this story Nathan!