The drunk men in the pub cheered as they gulped more ale and beer, while the waitresses serve food and drinks to the patrons of the establishment. On the other hand, the keeper at the counter was busy with the stubborn drunkards arguing over something mundane, while his assistant keeps the drinks flowing.
Chaotic – that was the only word Darius could describe it. Yet even with the loud noise and strong smell of alcohol and smoke, there was something enjoyable about the place.
He wasn't sure what it was but he reckoned it was the liveliness of the people inside.
It was simple and mundane – it was... normal.
Normal. A concept that never applied to him.
He had been a slave, a murderer, an over-glorified hero, a so-called divine knight, a savior – yet he had never been described as what he wanted to be.
A normal and boring goddamn person.
