Chapter 93 A Tavern Masters Sense (2/2)
The other two scoffed and turned away, giving each other side looks they thought would go unnnoticed before the violet eyed man spoke up again, ”I still don't even understand why she-”
”We,” the hooded young man cut in forcefully.
The violet eyed man sighed, but took the warning, ”Why WE, are even travelling together”.
”Some paths just cross,” Eb replied, ”Even if they go different directions, how do you know from one mile to the next that they won't eventually meet up again?”
”I consult a map,” the violet eyed man quipped.
Eb rolled his eyes, ”You're impossible”.
”You're-”
Arthur didn't have a chance to overhear more of their conversation as an argument had broken out on the other side of his tavern.
He'd missed the initial cause, but the man involved, Ewan, was well-known for his aggression when he drank. Even the smallest disputes had set him off. It appeared that this time around, he'd encountered one of the dock workers that entertained the tavern patrons with games. Games that were slight of hand and designed to steal an individual's hard-earned coin. As one could guess, Ewan hadn't won the card game that had been played, and had released his anger by accusing the dock worker of stealing. As Arthur ascertained that much, the argument descended into a fist-fight. His gaze hardened, and he retrieved an axe from beneath the bench.
”RIGHT!” his voice bellowed over the rising din, ”I'll have none of that in here! You want to fight, take it outside!”
Ewan looked at the axe, at Arthur, then at the crowd before his gaze finally turned back to the dock worker he'd accussed, ”This isn't over!”
Then he stormed out of the tavern alone. There was a hush in the crowd, before the dock worker made a light-hearted joke to break the silence.
”I would have given him the chance to win twice as much back if I knew he was that disappointed”.
A chuckle went through the ground, Arthur stowed the axe once more, turning back to glance briefly at the table of young men he'd previously been eavesdropping on.
Only, now there were only two. The hooded one had left.