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Trichia Country Tavern

""Cheers!"" Clam, Benny and Gary all clashed their mugs before downing the contents.

"Hey beautiful another serving please!" The busty waitress smiled whilst receiving the coins, before dipping back into the kitchen.

The lads were back in Trichia. After being sent to manage and train the knights within different sections of the county. The boys were finally summoned back to Trichia upon orders of their lord. When they arrived at the gates, it seemed the lord was occupied elsewhere. Unannounced visitors who were too important to ignore supposedly. With that in mind, and rescheduling their meeting to the morrow the boys decided to crack open a few cold ones.

However, as happy as they are to be reunited. A solemn atmosphere had settled in.

"So, it's true that Mel has passed?" Gary took another swig.

"Yeah. A shame that is. A real shame. She had so much spirit. I really thought she would make it big. Something similar to Robin you know?"

"Clam, didn't you have the hots for her?" 

"Shut up bro. I was young at that time! Puberty was hitting me hard."

"Fuck it, chug your mugs!"

""FOR MEL!""  

...

A moment of silence later.

"Well, she died as she lived. Free and adventurous."

...

""FOR MEL!!""

...

Later that night, the trio were chilling up upon the town walls. Admiring the view of the local landscape.

"Clam, Benny. We we're really fucking childish back then weren't we?" The two nodded. Guilty as charged.

"I wasn't the only one right? That thought we had the whole world in our hands. That we were special that we would be different?"

"No, definitely not. We all had dreams to become heroes." Clam scratched his chin, a tad shameful remembering his past.

Benny cut in "Honestly though. I'm surprised we even made it this far. We three were there when that dungeon boss swatted those strong adventures. Then that shitty explosion sending us down. Then randomly we found ourselves outside and only Mel was around. We believed everyone else had died. We were kids, were fucking lost."

"Then we followed Mel around because we didn't really know what to do. Before long we were captured and traded around like commodities..." Clam frowned as he flicked through his memories. They had to urine, shit and eat all in the same place.

"I'm surprised none of you became mass murderers or something." Gary voiced.

"We probably would've became bandits. Until Clam decided to follow Asai." The trio nodded in agreement. It was a lucky gamble that paid off.

They were just a bunch of kids fumbling around through life, thinking they were hot stuff until they had their shit stomped in and reality thrown into their faces.

"Fucking hell. I'm sober now. How about we go back and have a few more rounds?" Clam's throat suddenly became parched.

...

Upon re-entering the tavern they saw someone familiar.

""Teacher""

Christine, clad in her armour, helmet on the table was also enjoying a few mugs. Her cheeks flushed upon being called teacher. The memories of her abusing their bodies... "Care to join me boys?"

Drinking with a beauty, what's there not to like? They whole heartedly agreed. As they plunged themselves into their mugs. Another two knights sat down. Adorning the same armour Christine did. 

As they took their helmets off. Their hair unfurled and fell like a water fall, dangling just above their chest plates.

"Greetings boys. We've heard all about you. Courtesy of Christy here." A red headed knight spoke.

The other had hazel brown hair. "Drinks on you lads right?" She gave them her best smile, which sent shivers down their spines.

"Boys, this hazel coloured beauty is Karen. The red head is Ash. Ladies," She pointed at the boys one by one. "Gary, Clam and Benny. Count Asai Trichia's best knights."

"OOOO! How many mugs of ale can these best knights handle? More than weak little ole me right?" Karen teased.

...

A couple hours later and the lads were found passed out in the middle of no where. 

How they got there? Only god knows.

kophzi

I can't wait to use "Traitor's Guillotine"