I sat comfortably with the drunks; the heated tables were an ingenious product of capitalism. Within a small tavern like this there still manages to be stratified classes.
The drunks are eager to hear my tale. I'm not sure what they're expecting but, it surely couldn't be anything close to the actual thing.
Gulping down a jar of rum and slamming it on the table, copying their actions more than actually being satisfied with the bitter taste of the liquid. I offer a grin and start.
"I'm a traveller…from another land. One day, I suddenly woke up here, but I was within a cave. Within this cave, were the very fiends who injured my body and come to toss me in the cave!"
I'm not making much sense, nor am I telling the story right, but I doubt any of that matters to brains drowned in rum.
"After battling a bear, eating rats and killing goblins! I came upon an exit."
