As Dean exited the room, he was greeted with the sight of drunken men in a pub.
So this place is a pub too? Hopefully I can get some more info. Learn a little bit more about this world, besides what Suon's memories showed me.
As Dean tried to approach the pub he was stopped by a small and fat man. Dean figured he was the Inn keeper due to the fact the man smelled of alcohol, but was not drunk.
"The hell think you doin' Suon? You ain't going to the bar without serving customers."
"Oh sorry sire." Dean said as the fat man led him to the back and gave him a wooden plate full of mugs.
"Yeah, yeah. Also stop calling me sire I ain't no lord of the land." With that the little fat Inn keeper gave Dean a pat on the back and Dean began to walk to a table full of men by a door.
As Dean walked towards these men he began to look around, getting a better look at the pub area of the Inn.
The pub was bright with candles, at each table sat three candles each. Making sure that all customers could see their surroundings.
The tables looked old and scratched up, showing that these tables had been in use for quite some time.
As Dean set the wooden plate down on the table and all of the men who sat all grabbed the 6 mugs from the wooden plate.
The men gave Dean a look as they all took a sip from the mugs.
It's because of this damned outfit isn't it?
As Dean picked up the wooden plate and was going to leave one of the men spoke.
"You a Jopian boy?" The man who sat closest to Dean asked.
A what?
Unsure of how to answer Dean stuttered and just shrugged. He honestly couldn't answer the man.
The man who asked the question then got up and grabbed Dean by the shoulders, pressing down hard on Dean.
Dean's shoulders hurt from this. Dean was giving a face that said it did not hurt, but in reality hit hurt like hell.
"Are you a Jopian boy?"
Scared and unsure of the man's intentions, Dean was putting his right hand up his left sleeve to grab the dagger.
Though as Dean was about to pull the dagger out he heard a voice speak behind the man.
"Oh there you are lad! I've been looking for you!"
Dean looked over the man to see a boy with a long white robe and blond hair. The boy seemed 19, though Dean wondered why the boy wore the robe.
The blond boy then went over to the man and handed him a small sack of coins and spoke.
"For the troubles my friend has caused you sir. Come on then lad."
The blond boy then put his arm over Dean's shoulder and walked over to a little table in the corner.
"You ain't from round here eh lad?" The blond boy asked Dean quietly as the man who had grabbed Dean sat back down, going back to drinking with his friends.
"Yeah never really been here. Thank you though truly." Dean said as him and the boy sat.
The blond boy smiled and snapped for a waiter. As a women with brown hair came over he just tapped the table. Though the women seemed to understand and went to go fetch whatever the boy had ordered.
"So then what's your name lad?" The boy asked Dean.
Well I can't use my real name anymore so...
"I'm Suon Kwidish, it's a pleasure to meet you." Dean extended his hand for a handshake with the boy. The blond boy shook Dean's hand and spoke.
"I am Alfred Gramsawl, a scholar in the philosophy of Zemon." Alfred said this with a hint of pride in his voice.
"Zemon? Would you mind explaining a bit more for me Alfred?" Dean asked, he knew that if he was saved by Alfred then hopefully Alfred would be able to explain some concept of this world.
Alfred raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean. His expression was one of question and worry.
"You ok you feeling well Suon?" Alfred asked as he felt Dean's forehead.
Dean noded.
"Yes I'm quite fine I just need some refreshing of memory." Dean said praying that it would be a good enough excuse for Alfeed to explain who or what Zemon was.
"Well if you have forgotten which I am very surprised Zemon was the god who created everything. I'm just more shocked that your memory is that foggy to forget Zemon." Alfred explained as the waitress came back with two mugs with water in it.
Zemon, but what does he mean was?
Dean took a sip of his water, he set his left arm on the table. The knife hit the table with a thud and Alfred looked at Dean, with fear in his voice he asked Dean.
"Um I mean no offense, but do you have a dagger of sorts under your sleeve?"
Damn! If this kid gets scared now then I might not be able to get anymore information.
Dean chuckled a bit. He shook his head.
"Yes I do, but I do not pull a blade on one first. It's merely for defense Alfred."
Alfred sighed in relief, he relaxed his his seat again. He had been so tense that it felt as if his body had locked up.
"Though Alfred could you explain what a Jopian is?" Dean asked genuinely curious of why the man earlier had accused him of being one.
Alfred shook his head and began to speak.
"Well Suon the Jopian are a people who used to have a country 5 years ago, though the country fell and countries claimed it's land. A Jopian is someone who lives on the borders between the countries that took the land. Usually they are discriminated against and unlucky for you, you have the features of one. Light brown hair and light green eyes."
Dean nodded and seemed to understand, though he wanted to now ask what Alfred meant by Zemon was the god that made everything.
As Dean was opening his mouth to ask another question there was a loud crash.
Glass flew and Dean and Alfred saw a man had been thrown from outside into the pub.
Another man who was big in stature went over to the man. His hands glowing as they shined like stars.
As the man rose his hand a symbol appeared above him. It was a crad, no it was an Arcana that glowed above him.