YAY!
we has two!
excluding phantasm.
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It is dark and muggy in the basement, filled with the things the tavern needs, stockpiles for a better way of saying it, the walls are made of concrete and don't seem to be scrubbed regularly, as mold is growing on them, the only light is from a flickering torch, if it drops on one of the ale barrels...
Joseph walks slowly and carefully, attempting to find Smithy, he walks past a poorly build wooden shelf filled with glass mugs, his foot catches on a brick laying on the floor, making Joseph fall.
Joseph instinctively reaches out for any support and grabs the poorly built shelf, pulling it down in compensation of pulling him back upright.
The glass mugs shatter on the concrete floor.
The booming voice of Gartude, screaming his name, can be heard resonating, no doubt it can be heard all over town...
Another voice is heard.
"Bloomin' heck!" The noise seems to be coming from behind a stack of barrels, "What in hell is this racket?! Keep it down for Tarlin's sake! With that lot of noise you could wake the dead!" The origin of the voice pulls himself up.
Its smithy, dressed in dirty old rags that are barely held together.
"My cousin did that once... Wake the dead that is, not break a taverns whole lot of expensive glass mugs... No one is that stupid, there'd take the fall and risk the damage to themselves..."
Smithy starts brushing himself off, including his hair, which is now revealed to be a dark brown, the colour of dirt, although it probably is dirt.
"Anyway, my cousin, Ted for the sake of naming, made such a racket that he made the dead rise from their graves! Don't ask me how he did it, but he did! I swear my honour on it! And you know how honorable i am!"
Smithy stands in a pose that would indicate someone who has just been invited to the annual Tarlinglad ball for the wealthy, which is very exclusive.
Joseph takes this opportunity to place himself behind smithy.
"Ouch!" smithy shouts, "Remind me not to drink from the damn barrels marked with X's, they have a strong hit with them, so strong that it almost killed me!"
"Uhh... Smithy... That was rat poison..." Joseph remarks as he backs up as far away from the shattered glass and fallen shelf as possible.
"As i said, it had a strong hit..." Smithy replied, clutching his head.
At this moment Gartude comes racing down the stairs, floorboards thudding along the way, and bursts through the door, almost taking it off of its hinges.
"WHO BROKE MY GLASS MUGS!" he screams as he inspects, and sees Smithy holding his head, and joseph in the far corner.
"Holy Tarlin, i think my eardrums just exploded..." remarks smithy as he falls to his knees.
Gartude falls for the set up and sees smithy the closest to the shattered glass mugs.
"RIGHT, THATS THE LAST OF YOU, YOU'RE NOT WELCOME IN THIS TAVERN ANYMORE!" gartude continues to yell as he hoists up smith, one hang on the top of the trousers, and one hang on the collar of the shirt, running upstairs.
A thudding can be heard, "Most likely gartude kicking the door open..." thinks Joseph as he hears another thud and scrape.
"And that is probably smithy being thrown out for good, Tarlin knows that he will be back withen the week though..." He continued his thoughts.
"Smithy" was always doing this, breaking and causing mischief in every tavern, though he kept coming back to this one for some reason.
Gartude comes back down the stairs to the basement, door still wide open, almost embedded into the concrete wall...
"Damn rat cut me again!" Remarks gartude, as he examines the wound dripping blood on his left arm, though to himself or to him, Joseph could not decide.
"Whatcha gawking at! Get cleaning!" yells gartude as he storms back upstairs.
Jospeh grabs the nearest broom and starts sweeping...
An hour passes.
Finally, Joseph had cleaned up the glass and put it in a cloth bag, to be used at the local orphanage, though what for, Joseph did not know...
He headed back up stairs and placed the cloth bag on the stool just beside the door to the basement.
The tavern was made of wood, and dimly lit with candles surrounded by glass that looked like flames to prevent any fires.
The light does not reach up to the roof.
The tables have four chairs each, and there are roughly 7 tables.
The bench has five stools in front of it.
And behind the bench is a shelf with all sorts of ale.
There were no customers tonight, well atleast for now anyway...
Joseph sighed, "Another busy day then..." he remarked to gartude.
"Shaddup..." Gartude replied as he wiped down the clay mugs...