80th night of Summer 512 AV
After the entire fiasco with the akalak knight earlier in the day, Bob needed to have some time away from them. Actually he always needed time away from them from those unbearable psychotics. Fortunately for him this was Zeltiva and not Syliras which made things a lot easier for him. The knights who came were probably training or some other stupid activity in their boring, structured campsite outside the city where all dogs like them belonged. Here in the Kelp Bar he was around people. People who are about to go crazy drunk but still people nonetheless. Of course what they were going to become crazy about was another thing entirely.
Bob was indulging himself in the familiar taste of kelp beer that he could rarely get when he was out of Zeltiva. At first, the people were as loud and as rowdy as they normally were which did not make him feel that anything was off. Halfway through the mug he was taking his time enjoying, the shouting became louder from a certain table. Still nothing too strange to him. However when the rest of the people began to quiet down for that table to be heard, Bob knew that something was up. Like the rest he looked at their direction just to see what was going on. Maybe they were going to have something really interesting today.
Or it could be something really stupid. He thought that there would be no more idiots after Imass but here they were. Complaining about the treatment that their great and noble Ser got at the hands of the Zeltivans led by that evil with Tock. Apparently that suicidal knight that was armed to the teeth got bewitched and knocked out by her power alone. Bob would have laughed knowing that everything good they were claiming about the akalak was a load of bull and that the woman would have sent a whole array of hands against him instead of wasting more time talking to that akalak a head that was thicker than his armour.
The lack of armour on these men also made Bob feel that they were not knights at all. "Bunch of kissups..." he told himself going on to finish his drink but still listening to them since he needed to get his laughs somewhere. It was then he found that things took a really dangerous turn. The "idiots?" were talking about how the knights were the ones protecting everyone, those in Zeltiva included and that they should be respected just like the akalak. While they might mean it as a boast, the way they talked about how much stronger the knights were, even the fraction of those currently in Zeltiva could have been seen as a threat. Bob saw the comparison as a threat anyway.
Damn it all. And he already thought that he did his best in stopping Imass plans and making sure he was not really attacked so that the knights had no reason. "You fellows don't look like knights" Bob called out as he stood like a few others who were obviously angry. His guess was right because "oh, you were specially chosen by the knights?" He wanted to say something snarky but decided against it since he would be indirectly referring to himself too. Hah! Ex-cons out to prove themselves. How delightful. Made it easier to disprove them so that instead of a battle before Sahova, everyone can ignore the threat especially since "don't you have better things to do like breaking into a house, mugging in an alley or raping a child?"
That touched something in them and they were going to go upon Bob. If he was not so confident with so many other people which hated these Syliran Knights sympathizers as well he would not have been so daring but Bob stood his ground. "You wouldn't want to start trouble here" he snarled "especially when your knight friends will have worse for you than the Tank." Bob could see the other drunken Zeltivans just looking for an excuse for their fifty lost men, pointing out that "until you have proven yourself useful in your quest, I don't think that the knights will avenge you" and then pointing at the door where the men should be getting to. He saw them leave, took his drink and prepared to go home. Crisis averted. He hoped.
Bob was indulging himself in the familiar taste of kelp beer that he could rarely get when he was out of Zeltiva. At first, the people were as loud and as rowdy as they normally were which did not make him feel that anything was off. Halfway through the mug he was taking his time enjoying, the shouting became louder from a certain table. Still nothing too strange to him. However when the rest of the people began to quiet down for that table to be heard, Bob knew that something was up. Like the rest he looked at their direction just to see what was going on. Maybe they were going to have something really interesting today.
Or it could be something really stupid. He thought that there would be no more idiots after Imass but here they were. Complaining about the treatment that their great and noble Ser got at the hands of the Zeltivans led by that evil with Tock. Apparently that suicidal knight that was armed to the teeth got bewitched and knocked out by her power alone. Bob would have laughed knowing that everything good they were claiming about the akalak was a load of bull and that the woman would have sent a whole array of hands against him instead of wasting more time talking to that akalak a head that was thicker than his armour.
The lack of armour on these men also made Bob feel that they were not knights at all. "Bunch of kissups..." he told himself going on to finish his drink but still listening to them since he needed to get his laughs somewhere. It was then he found that things took a really dangerous turn. The "idiots?" were talking about how the knights were the ones protecting everyone, those in Zeltiva included and that they should be respected just like the akalak. While they might mean it as a boast, the way they talked about how much stronger the knights were, even the fraction of those currently in Zeltiva could have been seen as a threat. Bob saw the comparison as a threat anyway.
Damn it all. And he already thought that he did his best in stopping Imass plans and making sure he was not really attacked so that the knights had no reason. "You fellows don't look like knights" Bob called out as he stood like a few others who were obviously angry. His guess was right because "oh, you were specially chosen by the knights?" He wanted to say something snarky but decided against it since he would be indirectly referring to himself too. Hah! Ex-cons out to prove themselves. How delightful. Made it easier to disprove them so that instead of a battle before Sahova, everyone can ignore the threat especially since "don't you have better things to do like breaking into a house, mugging in an alley or raping a child?"
That touched something in them and they were going to go upon Bob. If he was not so confident with so many other people which hated these Syliran Knights sympathizers as well he would not have been so daring but Bob stood his ground. "You wouldn't want to start trouble here" he snarled "especially when your knight friends will have worse for you than the Tank." Bob could see the other drunken Zeltivans just looking for an excuse for their fifty lost men, pointing out that "until you have proven yourself useful in your quest, I don't think that the knights will avenge you" and then pointing at the door where the men should be getting to. He saw them leave, took his drink and prepared to go home. Crisis averted. He hoped.
