In a regular inn now owned by an ex-bandit who we all know as Timmy was doing his best to join the society, thanks to his bodily scars both from his time as a bandit and from the explosion of his old base, his new life was easier here as a mere scowl would send away the troublemakers.
Thoroughly traumatized by that monster that nearly killed him, made Timmy wish for a better life, and thanks to his brother Bob that wish came true, Although he does owe Bob a lifetime of liquor, so hopefully he won't drink himself to death! (p.s. this was him half cursing his brother)
As of right now, Bob was passed the fuck out, tears dripping from his eyes, drooling from his loudly snoring mouth on one of the mess hall tables, with a good number of liquor bottles scattered around him, as for why Bob was acting in such a way, was due to his favorite songstress 'this world's term for prostitute', was killed then changed into one of those abominations that prowled the sewers, as for why the girls were called a songstress, many of the men, regardless of race and size, that are lucky enough to have one as a partner for the night, would be lulled away by the lullaby that made them relax and forget everything.
And on top of that, no man was able to resist such an experience in this world full of blood and death that could be peeking from a corner at any moment.
One more thing though, a certain halfling used to be one as well which is why a songstress can handle any man, thanks to their bodily changes after the procedures they had to go through, it was no wonder they could only do THIS kind of job, while they had the capability to literally fuck a monster to death, they lacked the strength to hold the said monsters in place, meaning that they would die should the monster find their bodies more appetizing than arousing.
Bob was a man that had seen many things as a guard, many of much that churned his stomach from even thinking about it, and thanks to Anna(the songstress he was grieving about) she helped him forget, she helped him relax, and most importantly obviously she was a good fuck!
Timmy shook his head from his brother wallowing in sorrow, as he remembered Bob even proclaiming that he would marry the woman, he had the ring already just that fate seemed to decide otherwise for him.
Timmy went back to wiping one of his glass cups as this repetitive action was calming for him as if he had found his calling.
But such moments of silence only lasted for so long until his brother started to wake up with a loud groan.
"uuurgghhh, my HeAd!"
Timmy's lip curled to one side as he purposely spoke louder than needed as an act of light revenge as he prepared some water for his sibling.
"Finally awake, you damned slob?"
If anyone else called Bob as such it would've been a bloody scene but since he recognized the voice the man could only endure.
Which made Bob groan even more as the obnoxious voice of his brother made his head hurt even more!
Timmy was making heavy footsteps before place the glass of water on the table then let it slide along the table's surface, as for Bob his slightly red eyes peeked at his brother in annoyance, then again he brought upon himself for drinking a tenth of Timmy's stock in one night!
He had a basement full of such drinks that were over 500 barrels of wine and other liquor thanks to the help of his new skill earth manipulation!
It certainly helped to expand his home~
Timmy crossed his arms as Bob took the glass and downed it before making another groan from moving too fast.
Once the glass was put down, Timmy went to get another for his suffering brother this time more quietly as while he can be petty at times, He still cared for his brother.
Bob was massaging his temples with his hands in a circular motion until the second glass of water was placed in front of him before he grabbed it to down it like the previous one his brother asked him in a worried tone.
"what will you do now?"
Bob cocked an eyebrow while giving an inquiring look as to what he meant.
Timmy shared his thoughts about the crumbling situation of the city that deteriorated every passing day.
Random monsters sneaking into the town, more gangs trying to make a name for themselves, more power-hungry adventurers that wanted to claim parts of the city, riots that further ruined the place and so much more.
Bob was one of the guards, with a defensive skill that only worked for 30 seconds before having to wait five minutes for the cooldown to pass, many of the troublemakers were too strong for him, so there was a high chance of him dying.
So he wanted to know, will his brother continue as a guard, or will he take up his offer to work together with him in this shop.
It wasn't much, but at least it could be called home.
Bob shook his head sadly before replying bluntly that barely hidden away angry undertone... just as he was growling halfway through the sentence while mentally cursing the cause of his troubles.
"I ain't got a choice, I signed that fixed contract so I need to do my time or I will lose everything."
Each guard was made to sign a contract before they serve the city as long as they fought until their dying breath for the pier city, do their assigned shifts, they were free to do as they pleased.
Bob's contractor, however, unlike the others who are only to serve 5 years, forced him to sign one for fifty!
So unless the contractor died who, by the way, happened to be another S ranked adventurer that rivaled Lucia the guardian in power, he was shit out of luck!
Timmy understood his situation well Since he was nearly forced to do the same only to be saved by a random ice lance that killed the contractor at the time, but he couldn't help himself but ask.
"Any chance of someone helping you for money and the like?"
Bob leaned into the table with the side of his face squished up to it as he released a tired/annoyed sigh then answered.
"Sadly no, no one has the guts to go against that bastard!"
Bob pushed himself off of the table before giving his brother a light jab to the shoulder as he said.
"see you later tonight bro~"
Timmy had a fake scowl as he replied.
"Please spare me from another whole night of you drinking your life away!"
They both chuckled as Bob left, Timmy had a worried look as some of the things he had heard reminded him of that strange monster, hopefully, his leader and co-leader resting upstairs can help the situation somehow, as he doesn't want to lose any more comrades, especially his own brother...
At this moment, one of the streets not too far from his inn cracked, as a bone-like poked out then retreated, then through the hole one could see a glowing red eye!