[RPG] [BT] Filin: The living god

[Vin]

*"Did you hear that…."* said the man, as he sipped his mug of darkened
ale *"….one
of those adventurers got executed"*. *"Yes"* replied a man who stood not far
from his stool, *"not one, but two on that cursed island"*. Draining forth
his own mug of small darkened liquid, *"and a third one too.."* spoke Filin
from the corner of the long table as he knocked his empty mug *"..in Reeds
this time"*.

The whole environment in the bar turned of that into of a quite dinner. Like
a heavy fall of rain in the days of a nice warm summer, a spell of silence
spread all over. The bartender slapped Filin's grip from the mug and
gestured his eyes towards the exit and said *"Pay, your times up"*. From the
sides of the long table, three huge thugs with rusty weapons emerged as
escort.

*"Another drink"* Filin said, but the bartender showed no respect for his
requirement. Instead he nodded his thugs to kick the other out of the bar.
Dishing out his sword from the sheath, Filin made room between him and his
escort.

Rotating the hand of the sword to land the pommel on one of the thugs
head *"What
is so wrong in speaking about that?"* asked Filin, as he pushed one of his
knees into the others face. *"Who wants taste of my guts"* shouted the
adventurer waving his sword towards other and then stared at the
bartender *"Come
and try to dare kiss my metal"*.

Feeling his fingers for a single coin up his sleeves, Filin threw it at the
bartender *"Catch"* with a fist which followed.

Moments later, Filin found himself walking along the edge of the road with
his pack up on his back, a sword still flaring with hits of red gripped in
his left and half a mug of ale on the right *'nice ale'*.
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