48th day of Winter 511 AV
That petching, spoiled bird Victor! How dare he give that sort of a job to his old friend. And now days after that, Bob was unable to find any trace of the Lark. Not even a plume which his whole extravagant family had. Which was why Bob decided to go to the Sun and Stars where he first found him in Alvadas in hopes for some chance at payback. Ten thousand mizas full of it. That is going to hurt. It hurt more than wasting his time waiting for nearly a bell especially when all he had to pass the time was a pitcher of ale. The disgustingly sweet yet bitter ale which he used against Victor before, that he is now using to remind himself that he was not going to let that man off the hook even if a job was great because the debt it came with was horrible though it might have been a foreseeable result from Bob's pursuits in gambling.
Then the most horrible thing possible happened. Even if Bob did not like to drink unless he was forced to such as in specially hopeless occasions, the pitcher was empty! As soon as he tipped the pitcher to find that there was nothing pouring out any longer, Bob's complains which he has been uttering since he started about Ravok, kids, birds, and gambles would be more clear when he said very loudly "trust that Lark to have a place without enough drink." If he was around, Bob would have smashed the empty pitcher on his head...after pounding on his pretty face so it was lucky that Victor was nowhere to be found. Not so lucky to whoever was manning the tavern at that time because the red faced midget which was drunk from anger demanded for "another pitcher!" because he will be staying "until my friend comes along." Bob could feel his fist crunching into that smug face already which would be a lot more satisfying than his knuckles he was cracking.
That petching, spoiled bird Victor! How dare he give that sort of a job to his old friend. And now days after that, Bob was unable to find any trace of the Lark. Not even a plume which his whole extravagant family had. Which was why Bob decided to go to the Sun and Stars where he first found him in Alvadas in hopes for some chance at payback. Ten thousand mizas full of it. That is going to hurt. It hurt more than wasting his time waiting for nearly a bell especially when all he had to pass the time was a pitcher of ale. The disgustingly sweet yet bitter ale which he used against Victor before, that he is now using to remind himself that he was not going to let that man off the hook even if a job was great because the debt it came with was horrible though it might have been a foreseeable result from Bob's pursuits in gambling.
Then the most horrible thing possible happened. Even if Bob did not like to drink unless he was forced to such as in specially hopeless occasions, the pitcher was empty! As soon as he tipped the pitcher to find that there was nothing pouring out any longer, Bob's complains which he has been uttering since he started about Ravok, kids, birds, and gambles would be more clear when he said very loudly "trust that Lark to have a place without enough drink." If he was around, Bob would have smashed the empty pitcher on his head...after pounding on his pretty face so it was lucky that Victor was nowhere to be found. Not so lucky to whoever was manning the tavern at that time because the red faced midget which was drunk from anger demanded for "another pitcher!" because he will be staying "until my friend comes along." Bob could feel his fist crunching into that smug face already which would be a lot more satisfying than his knuckles he was cracking.