Ozara, a world you'll only find in stories and dreams. A world where humans are the supreme species and creatures such as the beastmen are the lowest in a caste system. A world where mankind has dominated every country except for the north where the hostile forces of the lizard men and remaining free beast-men guard and keeps its independence from the world. In the county of Faye, like many others, is a human dominant society where beast man are either servants, labor slaves or underprivileged farmers. Another thing about Faye are the bounties on high ranking monsters that are responsible for destroying fields during spring and summer.
Here at the Dusktooth Tavern, they're responsible for such bounties. Monsters of every level get posted in that place on their bounty board. Every time someone or a group comes back from these hunts, they are treated with a free meal and the prized money. However, this happens less than you may think; at least once a month.
I stand outside the tavern, my back aching from the weight of my sword and bag. The smell of alcohol and roasted pig filled my nose as I walk through the swinging doors. The talking and music stop. I felt all on eyes on me as I approach the bar.
"Is that who I think it is?" The whispers begun to spread out among the people.
"Yeah it's him. The speed demon of the East."
"I heard he went up against 10 orcs and he took them all out in 3 secs flat without even moving an inch." It was more like kobolds then orcs. I thought to myself.
"What can I do for you, knight?" The barkeeper asked as he was cleaning a glass.
"Water and a room for the night." I drop my luggage as I sat down. I can still feel the burning stare of everyone's eyes.
"A room is 10 copper pieces a night as for the water," he poured me a cup, "it's on the house." He handed me the cup as a friendly smile of yellowish teeth appeared from his thick bushy beard. I return the smile as I took a sip. The cold water was refreshing for my parched throat.
"Hey knight," a man shouted, "You're him aren't you. You're what people called the Typhoon ."
I took another sip, "and what if I am?" I turn to face the man who's clearly drunk.
"I heard rumors about a human man who posses godlike speed that could outrun the devil himself."
"Sounds interesting. I'll have to keep an eye out for him." I playfully joked.
The man started to get a bit fluster.
"I also heard he has a scar that stretches across the face. Just. Like. Yours." He pointed at my face. I turn back to get another sip.
"Here we go again." I whispered to myself.
"If you fellas are going to fight then I suggest you take it outside." The Barkeeper shouted. I gave out a heavy sigh.
"Don't worry, this will be over and finish in a jiffy." I gave him a reassuring smile. He return it with a scowl. I turn to look at the drunk; his friends were trying to sit him back down, it wasn't working.
"Are you gonna come at me or what?" I teased, "I just walk a good couple miles today and I would really like to get some sleep and ..." before I could finish, he lunged at me with tiny dagger. I couldn't help but grin as he fast approach me but not fast enough. As soon as he got in a arms length, I moved out of the way as he slammed into the booth. I took a few steps back to get into my final position.
"Maybe you should wait till you're sober cause right now your moves are so sluggish right now that even a mouse beastman can beat you." I teased. A few laughs went around the room as the drunk's face became even redder. He lunged at me again using the booth as a launcher. I moved again to reveal a trash barrel behind me. I tripped his feet just at the right angle so that he landed head first into the barrel. The laughing of drunken men and weary travelers filled the tavern as his buddies ran over and tried to get him out. The tension had lifted and everyone was now at ease.
"I liked that room now please along with your carrot stew for dinner." I requested.
"Yes of course young master. Here is your key." He handed me a heavy iron key with a numbered tag hanging from it.
"And I'll have your dinner ready in a few minutes. "
"Thanks."
"No thank you. It's not everyday we get a legend in these parts."
"I'm not a legend," I finish the rest of the water, " I'm merely a knight in training."