Everyone around was frozen in shock. They recognized the new ruler, the prince, the true blood of the Ombrae. This legendary creature they counted on to save their damned soul from the Gods. Him! Was completely lying on the counter begging for alcohol.
Jäwell turned his head as he saw that everyone was staring at him stunned.
He yelled at them an angry "What?!".
Then followed a minute of absolute silence. The server didn't dare to move, frozen by fear to see the new ruler so angry.
"Oh, wait…" said Jäwell to himself, realizing he was the absolute ruler and he didn't need to wait to be served. He stood up, jumped on the other side, took a beer keg, and placed it on the bar, pushing the poor paralyzed zombie bartender.
