One hour ago ….
Oxhorn was still stuck with two friends and one gigantic tankard, gulping more than he could handle. An ale sprouts from his lips edge. "Damn you, basil!" smashed the table with a mug. "Damn you, why did you leave me, oh dear Basil. I'm nothing without you!"
"Ara ara, is Basil your friend? It's cute."
Three men were startled by her beauty. Roselin sat on a bar stool showing her magnificent snow-white leg while folding her arm under a vast chest.
"No, he is not my girlfriend. I'm single and looking for a wife, seriously."
Roslein held her smile while Lindsy and Anastasia guffawed with Itiar and many hunters. Basil had poor hearing when nervous, especially in front of attractive women.
Oxhorn gulped, felt urged to wash for girl's sake. He smells like shit merged with Ale. No, no, no. She looks so elegant. She must hate a drunkard like him.
"It looks like you know Basil. Can I ask you something?"
