Part 1
A lone stranger walked into the pub. Well, not actually walked, he swayed from side to side in an awkward manner, and literally into the pub, as in he clumsily missed the door and walked into the pub wall.
Anyway, as he swung open the double doors all quieted and stared to look at him. He was a cloaked in a dirty brown robe, and two puffs of snow-white hair spouted from the hood. No other features were visible. Everyone in the pub got a good look at him. Then he was hit by the double doors on their backswing and knocked into a table... right in front of an Oriental girl wearing a dark red satin Elizabethan dress and headset. Four people wearing hats gasped and threw off their civilian costume to reveal a suit of black with the letters “MG” engraved. They drew weapons: a cutlass, a falchion, a stiletto, and throwing knives, taking aim at the stranger’s head.
“N-no need for that…” the girl mumbled. Her servants put back their weapons, while eyeing the newcomer with contempt.
As the stranger swayed toward the bartender, one of the guards whispered, “Newcomer, you don’t know who she is, do you? She is Princess Monica, the Drenrebu of all Dren’s. Therefore, if you don’t want your head cut off by my sword, I’d advise precaution near her…”
The stranger mumbled something intelligible and sat down. And fell off the chair. Then got up and sat down again, only to fall off. He got up one last time and sat down firmly.
The stranger cleared his throat. “I’d like one… Kool-Aid please.”
The bartender, a gruff middle-aged man with big arms, grabbed a bottle and a dusty mug. “How will ye be payin’ for that, stranger? I only take money from ‘round here, only SeeD’s. Ye got any?” Here he paused to favor the stranger with a menacing glance. “Cuz if yer don’t, then getcher ass out of my pub!” Saying so, he reached under the counter and pulled out a large butcher knife, swinging it straight at the stranger’s head…
A lone stranger walked into the pub. Well, not actually walked, he swayed from side to side in an awkward manner, and literally into the pub, as in he clumsily missed the door and walked into the pub wall.
Anyway, as he swung open the double doors all quieted and stared to look at him. He was a cloaked in a dirty brown robe, and two puffs of snow-white hair spouted from the hood. No other features were visible. Everyone in the pub got a good look at him. Then he was hit by the double doors on their backswing and knocked into a table... right in front of an Oriental girl wearing a dark red satin Elizabethan dress and headset. Four people wearing hats gasped and threw off their civilian costume to reveal a suit of black with the letters “MG” engraved. They drew weapons: a cutlass, a falchion, a stiletto, and throwing knives, taking aim at the stranger’s head.
“N-no need for that…” the girl mumbled. Her servants put back their weapons, while eyeing the newcomer with contempt.
As the stranger swayed toward the bartender, one of the guards whispered, “Newcomer, you don’t know who she is, do you? She is Princess Monica, the Drenrebu of all Dren’s. Therefore, if you don’t want your head cut off by my sword, I’d advise precaution near her…”
The stranger mumbled something intelligible and sat down. And fell off the chair. Then got up and sat down again, only to fall off. He got up one last time and sat down firmly.
The stranger cleared his throat. “I’d like one… Kool-Aid please.”
The bartender, a gruff middle-aged man with big arms, grabbed a bottle and a dusty mug. “How will ye be payin’ for that, stranger? I only take money from ‘round here, only SeeD’s. Ye got any?” Here he paused to favor the stranger with a menacing glance. “Cuz if yer don’t, then getcher ass out of my pub!” Saying so, he reached under the counter and pulled out a large butcher knife, swinging it straight at the stranger’s head…