As Trixie conspired with Esmyria and Jacoby in the woods, Rathus found himself staring down the frothy contents of another towering amber pint, lost in his own thoughts.
"You own this bar too, Jack?" Rathus questioned as he let out a deep breath. He had deliberately selected a different bar in hopes he would avoid the unwanted sagely advice the old orc liked to serve alongside his booze. What were the odds?
"What do ya mean 'too,' and how do ya know my name?" Jack's eyebrows knitted together as he shot Rathus a suspicious glare. "You ain't stalkin' me, are ya boy?"
"I know it's been awhile, but I figured I'd caused you enough trouble you'd remember me," Rathus frowned. "As I recall, you were quite jealous of the woman I walked out with."
