As my waiter quickly dashed off with my humungous order, I turned towards the flying general who was flipping a small knife in his hand.
"What? Wanna try?"
"No thanks… I was just wondering… can I ummm… order some alcohol? Nothing much, just a few-"
"Waiter!" The general immediately shouted, and as he saw my face brighten up, he couldn't help but smile as a tiny waitress ran over to us. "Bring two big pints of ale."
"O-Of course," She jotted our order down before dashing over to another table, making a quick round trip before returning to the kitchen where our order would be prepared.
…
The next morning, I woke up early. So early that it almost made my skin tingle… no, it was tingling for a different reason, and I immediately found that reason as I turned toward the corner of my room.
