Evening.
Tavern & Alley.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore's eyes locked with the man who had screamed an announcement. He is a server in Theodore's favourite tavern, the one he had brought Lydia the last time screamed into the market wind.
"Get your Crits ready for you shall spend some of ya money on them" he added loudly.
"Get back in here you old geezer, set the tables!" a fat woman with muscles men envied roared, she owned the place.
"Oh for fucks sake woman!" the announcer yelled going back in, his apron dark and
Theodore stepped inside the noisy place and slowly he turned to look behind him, his eyes narrowed at the unsuspecting area behind him.
"Give me ale" Theodore asked as he reached the counter.
The woman grinned a toothy grin. "It has been a while young lord, your missis don't let you out of the house?" she questioned.
