INTERIOR- _Terrible Henry’s Hell D##k A## S##t 'n f##k Emporium – Needlessly vulgar den of misery and vice. Poputed exclusively by wretches and sinners. The dimly lit first floor reeks of booze and shame. The main floor contains schemers, drunks, gluttons, gamblers, bastards, scoundrels, etc. Enjoyers of lust are limited on this floor, but far from non-existent.
PRESENT- THE BOY (cospying as the girl, but the hat says “BUG” on it), A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE, DRINKING, SITTING, ENGAGING IN VARIOUS GAMES, BEING HORNY IN PUBLIC.
TIME- It’s hard to remember anything but darkness at Terrible Henry’s.
It was a strange feeling, wading through the restaurant section of Terrible Henry’s.
The boy was walking on a straight path across a wooden floor. The boy was sure of that. He had no reason to believe otherwise, it was the only logical conclusion.
And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somewhere else. Even though, to reiterate, there was no evidence to support this.
It was as though he was walking through a tunnel. A cramped tunnel, just tall and wide enough for him to walk through, and nothing else. He could not stand on his toes or shift his arms, all he could do was walk.
A dark tunnel, too. There was no light on either end of it, nor was there any within. He couldn’t see, but he knew he was surrounded by stone. Hard, impenetrable stone. And very, very cold.
It was a strange kind of stone, one that didn’t allow any sound to pass through it. The waves merely bounced off, reverberating endlessly through the narrow halls. If he were to scream, the noise might never leave his ears.
His footsteps made no sound. There was little sound at all, because the boy knew better than to speak or scream. On occasion, there would be a faint, directionless sound of inhuman ughter, but then again, maybe there wasn’t. It is impossible to tell whether it is real, of course.
He could walk for hours, years, centuries, and he would never be any closer to his destination, which may not exist in the first pce. He was forsaken here pce, this endless world without light or warmth or love and there was no hope of anything but this endless, meaningless cold.
But, to be abundantly clear, this was NOT happening. He was walking across a normal, if a little dirty, wooden floor in a strange tavern in a town called Ruttford. That whole thing was just an incredibly strange thought that had randomly occurred to him. He understands that it is not real, and this opinion is shared by us here at the Narration Com-
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… And this opinion is correct and there isn’t any reason to think otherwise.
At any rate, the boy did as Henry told. He stayed the course and walked forward, just as instructed. There were a handful of temptations along the way, but he didn’t entertain them for even the briefest of moments. Not really worth eborating on.
Before too long, the sea of patrons in his way parted ahead of him, and his ultimate destination was revealed to him, light shining over head as if illuminated by a spotlight: Table 13.
It was... Basically the same as all the others. A round, wooden table surrounded by uncomfortable-looking wooden stools. Unlike the others, this tables wasn't full of trash and entirely surrounded by vile creatures of sin. This one had only two, and they sat side by side. They Both had a number of rge gsses in front of them. All but two of them were littered with droplets of water, and the others had droplets of off-color water.
Likely ale, or something to that effect, the boy deduced.
Both of the men at the table were on the taller side, although they seemed like children compared the mountain that is Terrible Henry.
The first man that caught the boy's eye was the one slightly further left, merely because his presence was simply rger.
A tall man with wide, powerful shoulders. He addressed the world with a hostile sense of boredom and indifference. Light scars and wrinkles on his face betrayed his age and experience. It wasn't necessarily that he was old, (well, by comparison he was), the man was not yet even middle-aged, but he bore the face of a man who has lived by the sweat of his own brow.
He bore a reasonably strong brown beard on his face, although it seemed uncharacteristically trimmed and well-groomed. Although there was an intentionality about it, his beard appeared in no way artificial. The same could not be said for the hair atop his head, which was unnaturally bckened and greased. His hair was well-styled, although fttened, likely due to frequent use of a helmet. Still, it was styled with that in mind, so it looked passable, if incredibly fake.
The man bore heavy, studded leather armor, shaded bck, and he had no weapon at his side. A rarity, especially in this building.
The man beside him appeared to be considerably younger. He was a young man, not too much older than the boy or the girl. There was a notable air of elegance and grace about him, a rare sight in a pce like this.
He had long, well-groomed golden-blond hair and emerald eyes, and his face was cleanly shaven, even his eyebrows were quite sparse. Although he appeared well-poised, there was a distinct boredom on his face as well, though with considerably less hostility.
He wore brown, buckled boots, blue pants with a brown leather belt, and a pale green robe with shimmering golden accents which seemed to shift and dance in the light from above. The robe was once the same shade of emerald as his eyes, but the color had been considerably dulled through repeated washings. One of which may occur soon, as the robe was clearly stained with blood, dirt, and various liquids.
The boy didn't have much opinion about either appearance, although took note the rger man's age, and decided that the younger one's eyes weren't as pleasant as Hat's.
The two men didn't note the boy's presence until he was mere steps away from their table, addressing him with a brief jolt of surprise.
"is this table 13?" The boy asked as the men silently addressed him, momentarily sizing him and his appearance up with a look of clear recognition. "are you the ones i was sent to meet?"
The younger man on the right let out a sharp exhale, and smiled down at the boy, though the tiredness in his eyes still betrayed his boredom. "Why yes, I believe we are."
