"You may trick other people but not with me. What are you looking for here?" Bluffed the man with the mustache with intense eyes.
"Rooms to stop in!"
Leah gaped in skepticism at Jack's words, the man next to her was still looking calm and fooling at the person who was pointing a gun at him.
"Tch!" The gun-monger chuckled sarcastically, belittling. "You know, silver ammunition can always kill your black blood!"
Jack folded his lips, he felt this warning was nothing. Relaxed.
"What! What is meant by black blood?" Leah raised a question with a panicked face. Of course, she was terrified at this time, watching the gun that was edged at Jack's head, it was not a child's plaything gun.
The man didn't look off from Jack's annoying face. He didn't care about Leah's concern.
"What are you looking for?" He begged Jack once again. Before the silver bullet shot out from the gun, the man's gaze had already shot, boiling with emotion into Jack's eyeballs.
"Don't be prejudiced!" Said Jack, landing his hands on the reception table of the inn where the man with the gun was standing.
"I'm on a journey by myself, nothing to do with the commonwealth," Jack whimpered, the look in his eyes improving.
He could act very calmly and peacefully, but there were times when those jet-black eyes turned cold and destructive.
"How long have you been here?" Jack asked then lifted his head.
Jack's eye made the man with the gun gasp, frightened.
"Not long .." he said. Now the deep voice creaked a slight low.
"How did you get to this place?" Jack asked again, he was like an investigator who was investigating a crime suspect.
The man was cured in Jack's stared until the clasp on the gun lessened. He breathed! Turning on to awaken, Jack's voice can be hypnotic until his strength was narrowly lessened. He straightened his back, full of attention.
"You're fooling me!" The man's voice clicked angrily.
"Not at all .." Jack said raising his back, he turned for a minute to Leah before...
Shot !!
Fire!
Jack's veins rose. The nails sprouted rapidly, sharp, shiny, and dangerous.
When his left hand rose, snatched the neck of the figure that unexpectedly appeared and accused at Leah.
Jack grinned sarcastically. His spikes were black, turning on to pierce the neck of the remarkable figure.
Leah gulped with a pale expression, she turned her body until her back slap the edge of the table.
Jack wrung the neck of the creature with that creepy face. It couldn't be said that it was a human figure because it didn't have a face like a normal human.
His face was pitch black, his eyes gleamed green like a tiny glint, his jaw stiffly filled with teeth jostling against each other.
Gave Leah the chills of panic.
Bang!
The man with the mustache loosed the spur of the gun in his hand, a silver bullet shot lightning-fast through the chest of the sinister-looking figure.
The strange figure faded along with a cloud of black fog evaporated.
Leah clung to the table side, her legs shaky, incapable to help herself.
"Are you okay?" Asking Jack wants to help Leah.
Leah shook with her face still pale. She took a deep breath, rubbed her chest. There was relaxation however mixed with hatred in her soul.
"How many figures came after you?" Jack asked the man with the mustache who was presently glancing at Jack's, face with an anxious expression.
"That was my last bullet. Every night they appear one by one .." muttered the man with a limp body, it seemed he was also frightened like Leah.
The well-built man bent over, resting on the tip of his elbows on the table. He brushed his forehead as if his head pain.
"Maybe I should turn ourselves in, gave up." He said with an expression of sorrow.
Leah heard this conversing with an incomprehensible face. She still didn't recognize the problem recently. Too bewilder.
"I just wished to save my family. I went to them, begging for support. But now they are targeting my family instead!"
Jack shrugged lightly. "Regret is always behind bro!"
Leah glanced at Jack's face with many issue marks in her eyes. She moved her head slightly, hoping Jack understood her recent complication.
"Princess, he is not a common innkeeper. From his scent .." Jack seemed to sniff, then flapped his palm in front of his nose.
He stared at the man who looked desperate before him. "Didn't you bathe properly? Humans sell soaps that scent well!" Annoyed Jack with a face of nausea.
Leah shook her head in doubt, she tried to come smelling like Jack, but couldn't smell the odd smell that Jack grumbled about.
"We still bathe in the swamp, barely as in our world." The man answered lightly.
Jack yanked at his head with a sensitive face. He dragged Leah away from the innkeeper by tugging at the girl's arm. "Don't be tricked by his human form!" Said Jack warned.
He led Leah to the wooden chair that was available there. Presently and again Jack glanced at the innkeeper with a face that he didn't appreciate, mostly their odor.
"He is one of the orcs, they don't live in groups. He lives separately in a swampy marsh with a super filthy and inhuman life. Okay! They just aren't human!"
When Jack glimpsed at the innkeeper, the man grinned a little, while rubbing the table, after that, he carried two cups and intended to serve drinks for Jack and Leah.
"Hey, Ogre! what would you like to serve us? "Jack asked in a sarcastic voice.
"What do you like ladies and gentlemen? Green drink, red or a little dark black?" Answered the orc.
"Whatever it is!" Leah replied with a generous smile. Jack coughed at Leah's adorable answer.
"Are you sure? "Jack asked, ridiculing Leah. "Orcs, tell me. What drink is it that you have so various incredible colors?"
Leah touched Jack on the knee, "You're disrespectful to ask that. Of course it's only juice .." murmured Leah reminded her traveling partner.
"I made a green drink from a combination of weeds and marsh grass, while this red one I found in an old well, I saw humans flooding with fresh blood in the water. And the last one, and lastly, a rare. And the last one, and lastly, a rare drink .. this is honey---"
Jack giggled at the description of the man with the mustache.
Leah wavered with her mouth hanging open rigidly.
"At least there is honey there." Leah softly endured nausea, her stomach struggling
"Give her the last drink you offer! "Requested Jack." I have my drink. So, thank you for the offer,"
"He said the last one was honey, right!" Leah wasn't certain.
"Yes, miss. A honeycomb that fell in a hog carcass. Give it a try, they all have a unique taste. "
Tuk! A glass of black drink arrived on the table.
Jack soon took off, moving away while covering his nose, he was taught to flood all the contents of his belly.