Board Thread:Galan Adventures/@comment-5008281-20151106234518/@comment-5008281-20151108015751

The old man turned to see the four other fellows of the bar, as did the younger hecklers. The first heckler sneered at the old man who was flipping them off. Then there came another patron, with the odd looking white suit and brown hair who asked the old man about the scroll. The rest of the tavern was rather busy, as dusk was when the heavy drinkers came about, and none of them really seemed all that interested in their conversation. In fact, it seemed to be pretty standard.

"Oh, well, the scroll is something I've been searching for for over fifty years, just about the time I learned how to read at--" That was when the first heckler pointed his dagger at his face.

"I don't much like your tone! And I fancy being ignored even less!! Listen here ye old todger! Yer gonna apologize like I tell ye to, and then yer gonna buy me and me mates a batch o' beers! Or I'm gonna be cuttin' yer teeth out!"

"You don't understand! There's no time! If that library has shown itself now, that means there is no time to waste! The scroll needs to be found!"

"Shut yer festering gob ye old crab!" That was when the young heckler finally decided to rear back for a slicing move toward the old man's face!