A good jug of cold beer can quench the thirst of any person, but men ... They altered the senses.
The village tavern, as every night, had been filled with men who just wanted to have a good time or find a good fight and women, who served the tables, witches who only came by step, or the odd whore who was looking Earn a few coins that night. The beer ran through the throats like water, but at this point, you could find it in every corner of the place: clothes, tables, walls, ceilings ... Towards hours everyone had lost consciousness and those who still had not had much left. Both peasants who plough the land, as the village guards, butchers, warriors, travellers, baker, hunters, ... Even the tavern owner himself had joined the hubbub. The laughter was heard in piles, as well as the jugs and chairs breaking. A group of guards were singing in the corner, and in the other, a group of mercenaries were having fun with a pair of whores undressing and dancing for them.
And in the middle of so much noise, on a small round wooden table, sat Kain and Eliot, who had come to collect the prize from Kain. The jug was already half empty and the brothers were already starting to laugh more than necessary, but they were alone. The brothers were mestizos, a race less valued by society, so that very few people approached them or simply respected them. However, Fenris, an elf of great body and short stature for his species, who was engaged in blacksmithing in the town was one of the very few friends that the brothers had.
- Drink! - Fenris shouted, clapping Kain on the back. - Drink by Galel! You won over this cute kitty again ...- I exclaim, stroking Eliot's head in mockery.
- I told you a thousand times that you do not call me that or I'll finish you cutting the other ear. - Eliot answered very seriously.
Fenris laughed out loud, taking the words of his friend as a joke, and drinking a long drink of his beer which was marked on his face.
-So... What have you hunted today? Something that can sell? - Fenris said hitting the jar against the table, by way of satisfaction.
- An old Qilin with bluish skin. We hunt it this morning so the meat is still tender. - Kain affirmed.
-Mmh, it sounds good, ... For a Qilin could take some sixty-five gold coins. I can give you twenty in advance.
- Twenty! - Eliot exclaimed - A Qilin is worth eighty or more and you know it.
- I know, but if someone finds out that they were hunted by the mestizo twins, I will not be able to sell even the skin before it loses its shine.- he replied sarcastic- Sorry friend but it is what you have, you know that if I take out more you know that I'll say it, but even if it's my profession ... Everyone thinks that my sister's husband hunts him, Ja! And I do not have a sister! - I joke laughing almost falling back from the chair.
Kain looked at his brother while Fenris still laughed with loose laughter. He was looking for an answer on whether to take the offer or not. But both knew that we had no other choice, there would be no other in this town that would accept to buy the Qilin.
- It's fine Fenris - said Kain - We accept the offer.
- Good! - I exclaim and take out a bag of coins, I look inside and just take a couple of them to deposit the rest on the table. - By the way, do you know the latest news?
"No," Eliot replied, uninterested as he took the bag of coins and put it in his clothes.
- Two villages to the east, the Norwgianht guards, burned the house of a family of farmers. - Fenris says with a very low tone of voice.
-are you kidding, aren't you? What is the reason this time?
-Well, the officer is that the father was a member of a mercenary gang that supposedly murdered a group of itinerant merchants, put up resistance and the whole family paid for it ... But the neighbours rumoured that it was because the older children were deformed hybrids ...- Fenris said contemplating his almost empty beer.
None of the brothers wanted to say anything, they knew that debating the fairness or reason of a hybrid to an open public could cause them problems. No ... you were easy to keep your mouth shut and not say anything about it.
A whore with a bare chest and ragged clothes approached Fenris and sat on his legs, tempting him with his body to win the night. That kept Eliot distracted from what happened with that family, but Kain was carried away by the thoughts of both injustice and compassion. He knew that it was also easier to think that way because he himself was a hybrid and suffered that kind of discrimination, but even so ... To burn an entire family for something like that ... It was something that he did not yet understand, to which was the reason because of royal guards are so afraid to hybrids?
Kain look up ahead, were in front of you next to the window of the premises, three guards laughed and enjoyed good drunkenness and one of them enjoyed the company of a woman who caressed her breasts, provoking the guard. He hated them, society had been created since man ascended the throne in which their word was worth more than that of any creature.
Then, when still seen, the guards hated themselves, and behind them appeared the figure of a woman who called her attention. "A witch?" He thought. Witches tended to appear out of nowhere. But something in her called attention to him, something ... it was different. The clothes she wore were not from here, it was ... strange even for a witch. All black, a kind of very tanned leather of some rare animal because they had a certain brightness. The closure of the jacket was made of some strange metal that joined the two parts of the cloth diagonally from his waist to over his chest, but then on that lock, there are three buckles that returned to close the clothes for the same place. The pants were attached to his legs, made of some strange material that he also did not know. I wore a light black hood with some reflection of some drawing that I could not guess how it was sewn. But the knee-high boots, is what more curiosity called his strange clothes, too well sculpted and topped, with laces and buckles that it was not clear if they were to hold the shoe, in addition, to return to see that strange metal in The inner part of the foot, which ran through the entire boot. True strange dress, surely someone would not take long to steal it especially, those boots. A silver chain hung from her neck and was hidden at the end between her breasts. It was a very shiny metal, it would surely have great value.
She seems like a woman of the good family because her body didn't look shabby or badly nourished, she even seemed to be well trained as if she were a mercenary or a hunter or something like that ... Then the woman removed the hood of her head and left her in the open a long black hair, collected in a ponytail that fell down her back below her shoulders, and braids decorated the right part of her hair until it joined where the hair was tied in the area of the back of the head. His skin was a little pale but with fine features. The woman looked at her hands in front and behind as if looking for something. Then She took her body and face like she doesn't know her own body. She looked up and Kain could see her eyes, a violet colour very clear and bright that made a difference.
The woman looked in all directions, observing where she was. It looked completely unhappy and scared. "Puf witches ..." he thought "To know what potion shit she drunk ..." But even so I could not take my eyes off, and the conversation between his brother and Fenris, I the insinuations of the bitch, they became mere murmurs to their ears. Something about her was strangely curious, it looked like a little scared fawn that did not even dare move its position.
Then a servant passed by her side and because of a drunken man drunk two or three jugs of beer, which fell near the woman with violet eyes. This I hit a small jump on jumped without knowing what is happening. The maid tried to apologize and help her clean up but the woman left scared.
Kain hit the shin of his brother's leg under the table to get his attention. Eliot looked at his brother who had not looked away as a girl and deduced that he had to look towards the same place. There he saw the woman who had stuck to the frightening wall and looking everywhere.
- Wou, brother, I didn't know that you have such good taste. You like scary eh? -said Eliot sarcastic.
-No asshole! To have such a good view you do not notice well. There is something strange about her. you do not see it?
Eliot turned his gaze back to her. The woman moved through the premises crossing the drunks to leave the place. The brothers followed her with their eyes until they left the premises.
- What do you expect from a witch? - Eliot said returning to his normal position at the table - they are rare by nature
-Yeah...maybe is that ...- Kain muttered, forgetting the subject to return to focus on his almost empty beer and his friend who put his hand to the whore in front of their noses.
The two brothers trying not to give much importance as almost those two fucked on the table but Eliot was beginning to cost swallow the beer.
- Boys! I am finished here - exclaimed smiling from ear to ear and getting up from the seat disoriented by the alcohol in his veins and with the so-and-so at his side. -Where have you said the Qilin was? I'll take it in the morning.
- We keep it to the one we came to in the back of your smithy. - Kain reply.
- Oh perfect, one less work for tonight !! - Scream up, and clutching the woman in the ass. - Let's go, woman!
The two left and went up to the stairs to one of the rooms of the inn. The brothers were silent for a while, assimilating the scene they just lived with their friend to be able to finish the beer.
- I think ... That we should go as well - Eliot said. - This beer won't get me as tasty as before.
- Good! Because I can't finish it either.
The two brothers got up in unison from the seat, and Eliot dropped two copper coins on the table. Both took their skins to cover themselves before leaving through the door of the tavern.
When it was already dark, the lights of the windows of the tavern illuminated the street along with a pair of torches that were in its walls. To know how many hours they had spent inside that tavern, they rarely went down to the town and liked to make the most of the time.
They went to take their horses that were far from the road, when they both saw a group of guards, completely drunk by the smell of alcohol that came from far away. They were having fun with a woman who seemed very scared. Then Eliot could see more clearly who that woman was.
-Ey, bro - He said giving him a blows in the chest to call if attention and to stop his steps. - That one out there isn't your girl?
Kain looked attentively and could recognize her in the distance. No doubt it was strange which they had seen before in the tavern. The guards had grabbed her and held her with hands behind her. One of them kept touching her face and grabbing him by the ponytail to force her to look at him, another caressed her with lustful eyes over his jacket where even part of his chest was uncovered, and another did not take his eyes off those beautiful boots.
It was not their problem, so Kain kept walking and behind his brother. It wasn't the first or the last time a man abused a woman, they were not going to risk anything when their situation was already difficult enough. She was also a witch, she would know how to defend herself.
- Let me go, please! Not! Don't! Stop! -They were the cries of the woman desperate for the situation.
Kain stopped short, something constricted his conscience. Something told him that he could not leave without more. He put his hand to his hair and shook it as if trying to clarify his ideas, what he was about to commit was crazy. He turned to where the group of guards were and his brother looked at him surprised.
-Kain, Are you going to do what am I thinking you going to do?
He didn't answer, he set out on the way to where that group was.