Olivious the Great

Curtis meets Olivious

I grumbled to myself as I pushed against the masses of people heading

home from the long days work. The sun had set and only the fire burning

in barrels illuminated the roads. I had decided that the best place to

visit would be the Tavern of the drunken Hog. Snow had started falling

again and the only thing being spoken about was talk of a great

blizzard that would supposedly hit this night and leave feet on snow in

its terrible fury. As I drew near to the Drunken Hog two men stumbled

out of the doorway jabbing at each other with slow drunken hands “I

know that you stole my pig” one of the drunks slurred. “You ate my pig,

I know not why but you did, and for that you will pays the prrricce”

the man who had been talking stood there waving his mug at the accused

man and then fell over backwards. The accused man stood there wobbling

back and forth for a while and then stumbled off into the night.

I stepped over the drunken man lying in the snow and entered the

tavern. There were about 30 men in the Tavern and most were extremely

drunk. I had to yell quite loud for all in the Tavern to hear him “WHO

AMONG YOU ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO RAISE YOUR BOW FOR LORD CRISPIN OF WALES”

All went silent in the tavern but then a single man stood up and raised

his mug in cheer “I will fight for Lord Crispin!” I waited for the

other men to all Raise their mugs in cheer for Lord Crispin but no

cheer came. I walked over to the drunk man with his mug still raised in

drunken cheer and grabbed his arm

“If you are serious about fighting for Lord Crispin Of Wales then you

will come with me” The drunk man nodded his head excessively and

hobbled along behind Curtis. “ I will take you to another tavern where

Lord Crispin awaits” the man smiled and followed along. “What is your

name?” I asked the man

“ My name is Olivious The Grrreat, hero of all England”

I smiled “sure friend” The man suddenly stopped and stared straight

into the wall of a Guardhouse.

“This is my wall” Olivious said excitedly. I was in no mood for the

mans stupidity. The snow was beginning to fall harder and wind whipped

across my face. I reached back and grabbed the Olivious’ arm “ time to

go” Olivious smiled and began to walk forward. The inn was not far from

here . We rounded a street corner and finally I could make out the

distinct Alley Cat Inn . Then Olivious stopped. “what now” I asked

tired of this Nonsense

“Take me back to my wall” Olivious ordered

“No, c’mon just a bit further”  Olivious refused to budge.

“Take me back to my wall Geoffrey or I will strike you down” I grabbed

the man and pulled him into the inn “ My name is not Geoffrey and I

will do no such thing” I then turned to the beer maiden and asked her

to find Olivious a room. One archer down ninety-nine to go.

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[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Aw.. Now its getting better and better. The last line was good. And you did an amazing job describing the drunk men. Good luck!