238 Episode Three: Redbeard and Windmill

"Hey, you! Where the hell did you get in from?

As Camua-Josh stepped into that tavern, malicious gaze and curse came pounding from here and there.

It is a sarcastic village liquor store, along an old and less used street, a little off the main street running north and south.

Buildings, too, are never splendid. Upstairs, accommodation rooms also seem to be prepared, but few travellers would want to reveal the night in such a lonely land.

The towns of Behett about half a day north of the main street, and Genos about half a day south, each refrain from doing so. If you're a traveler with the obvious knowledge, you should whip your tototos from morning to night and set up an arithmetic so you can spend the night in a safe and big town.

But - the tavern was a lot busier.

There are only fifteen men lined up in guest seats that are not even as big. They are all men of such a look as the desolate, who seem to remember in their arms.

Wherever I was told, I was walking down the road in front of me.

"Don't be ridiculous! Outside, our watch must have been blinding! In front of you... some noble spy?

"No way. So far, I have not given my sword to the lord of any land."

In the shadow of his deeply worn headscarf, Camua-Josh makes him smile.

"Actually, I lost Totos on my journey. I don't suppose anyone would have tried to get through the border without Totos, so I guess those guys overlooked me."

"You're a joking man... just take that headscarf"

And one of them, a great looking big man, entered the sleigh of.

"I'm also a drunken Sim, and I don't know how to wear such a hot and painful thing this late in the night, do I? If you're not obnoxious, let me worship that side."

"Well, that doesn't matter."

After answering that way, Camua-Josh spread his right arm and let him try to grab his heart with his left hand.

"Before that, let me swear by this soul that I am the son of Selva, the Western god"

"Hang on. Nobody thinks of a guy who talks as much as he does in front of you as a Sim."

"Yeah, for what it seems to be the Sims, it doesn't matter how much."

Thus Camua-Josh, after giving thanks to God, let the headscarf of the leather coat hang over his back.

The men give you a slight twirl.

"In front of you... the people of the North?

"No, so, it's the people of the west. My mother was born in Mahydra, but I gave my soul to Selva, the Western god."

The men exchanged words with each other.

Still, no one suddenly tries to slaughter me or raise my curse words.

After all, when we get so far inland, it seems that the hostility towards the people of Mahydra will be considerably eased.

The border with Mahydra, which washes blood with blood, is the end of the north, which takes more than a month in Totos from here.

"I see. Whatever it is, there will be no lord to hold a man mixed with northern blood. It's just a lost traveler in between."

"Yeah. The poisonous lizard bit Totos. I did something pathetic because I wasn't ready."

"I'm sorry to hear that. This tavern is our rentout this evening. We can't welcome the rest of you, so let's get you out of here."

"Yeah? That guy's in trouble. Hey. I was thinking of letting you stay here."

"The upstairs inn is full. You didn't have any luck."

Camua-Josh tried to get his gaze around.

There is a horizontal reception desk in the back of the store, beyond which the owner of the liquor store and a magnificent man pour fruit liquor into the liquor cup.

When I looked at him, my husband waved his hands in a flabby manner that seemed troublesome.

Get the hell out of here, it seems.

"Um, I'm in trouble. So you don't sell travel tototos in this village?

When Camua-Josh said, the men gave a lowly laugh.

"I don't suppose you're selling such a big deal, though? It's probably about old tototos to help you with your wild work in this rusty village."

"If you burn a fire overnight, you won't be attacked by a noisy beast. However, I was careful not to get bitten by the poisonous worm in front of me!

Camua-Josh was to think "Hmm".

Then a short-bodied man, who had fruit liquor on a table close to the entrance, approached him, exhaling his liquor-smelling breath.

"Hey, are you sure you want me to leave this guy? How dare you come into the store looking through the eyes of a watchman?

"Right. Even if you're not a soldier who's a traveler, you've got something coming up against us."

"It's dangerous to leave like this."

In response to the man, several men surround Camua-Josh.

Camua-Josh tried to show that his hands were not harmful by raising them lightly.

"I don't have any plans. I was just looking for overnight accommodation."

"You can say anything with your mouth. Hey, if you vomit honestly, you don't have to look me in the eye for pain, all right?

"Hmm, I hate to hurt you"

Camua-Josh's way of saying it touched his eclampsia, when a short-lived man grabbed Grigi's stick that was hanging on the wall.

"Don't kill me," snaps the first big man with a noisy side.

"Well, I'm not a really obnoxious person."

"Ugh!

A short-bodied man comes down with a grigi stick.

If it hit me properly, my shoulder bones would have been crushed easily.

I don't like that, so Camua-Josh only moved sideways one step.

Across the jacket and rinse position, a grigi stick is tapped against the wood floor.

"Ahead!

Then this time, the man who was on the left hand side grabbed me.

Camua-Josh drops his hips on the spot.

The man was to stumble on Camua-Josh's shoulder and fall from his head to the floor.

"Well, don't imitate me too much."

The remaining men shrink the circle of siege.

Okay, well, what's going on - or something like that, I got a voice from the back of the store that included a laugh of "hey".

"Enough is enough. If you're in trouble, give him a seat for one. If that thing gets bitten by a poisonous lizard, it'll make your dreams worse than ours, right?

"No, but your head..."

"Bring him to me."

The men looked at each other dissatisfied.

But no more trying to return the word, I turn to the back of the store with Camua-Josh besieged.

The little guy with the stick took my back, so Camua-Josh had to move forward with them too.

The man was waiting for the deepest table he could not foresee from around the entrance because of the huge shelves.

"Heh. You really have golden hair. It's the first time in my life I've seen a man mixed with Mahydra's blood."

It was the man who said so who had hair in a really unusual shade.

A slightly puffy hairbrush draped unconstitutionally down to the side of his neck - it was bright crimson all over the flames and the whole thing.

"Sit there if you like. I'll take the first drink."

"Thank you for that. Thank you."

Camua-Josh lowered his back as he was told.

Russia was intrigued by this person.

Its hair, like a swirling flame, and its yellow, glowing eyes at the beast of the field - and in signs of unusual power, filled with its supple body.

(Looks like this is a pretty big shot.)

Sneaking around in my heart like that.

I'm not that old of a man. It would be about a little over twenty at best. Its face, burned yellowbrown like a western people's, was so well made that it had a nostril through it that it could not even look feminine.

Its body, wrapped in crude cloth clothes, is also somewhat skinny and has very supple muscles. It's hard to tell because I'm sitting there, but even I wouldn't be that tall.

But - in its flesh, it was regarded as so much life force as rough.

The tone is bright, the attitude is casual, but there is also an unafraid light in those eyes.

It was a beautiful and dangerous young man who told the rumors that if the leopard of the gauje in the mountain of Masala turned into a human being, could it be?

"Sora, drink. It's the finest fruit liquor in this tavern, huh?

"Thank you.... Fortunately for the people of Selva"

The sumptuously poured reddish brown fruit liquor was allowed to empty about half in one breath.

Strong alcohol burns her throat comfortably.

So the men around them reluctantly returned to their seats.

Their "heads" admitted to being customers, but they can no longer defy them.

"I am a people of the west, a man named Kamua-Josh, a windmill who has no homeland, who in fifteen years is transferring God from Mahdra to Selva to wander the territory of the west"

"I 'm- I'm right. People around me call me 'Jidula', so why don't you just call me that?"

"Is it Jidula? Excuse me, but that's a name reminiscent of the people of the east."

"Oh, they mean 'red' in eastern terms. That would be the perfect hatred for me, wouldn't it?

I laugh as I strip out my whiter teeth. The smile was enough to make him look even younger and childish.

"It was bad for our guys earlier. Because, as you can imagine, it's a bunch of people with scratches on their shins. I can't let the soldiers on the patrol out of my mind, and I have to keep an eye on them to drink."

"Ah, but the owner doesn't seem to be afraid of you."

"Well, that's because I left a lot of money in advance first. You can't complain if you pay for copper coins. I don't know if you're such a good customer for such a rusty tavern."

Laughing, open the fruit liquor.

"I see," Camua-Josh hit his hand.

"So you're the face of the famous Red Beard Party, after all?

As soon as possible - the liquor store, which was finally on the verge of sedation, was regarded as unparalleled killing.

Several men try to get up with their hands on their hips.

"Wait a minute," said the red-haired young man, putting his hands around you.

"That guy mentioned a lot of bare craziness. The Red Beard Party is the name of the biggest bandits around here, isn't it? Sure, I do have this color of hair, but I don't have a mustache when I'm raw and hungry."

"Yes, but the Red Beard Party is said to be an immortal bandit who works looting only against nobles. Then the father of the tavern won't be afraid of you, and I was wondering if you'd be happy to sift through the liquor. … The Red Beard Party also has a reputation for distributing its wealth to the poor."

"... you know a lot about this land, don't you, Kazawa?

"I've come from the North, but I've heard the name of the Red Beard Party frequently since it's close to Behett. It seems that among the poor, we are no longer as much a group as we are called heroes."

The red-haired young man, named Jidula, has moistened his throat with fruit liquor again before twisting Camua-Josh still.

Yellow-like beastly eyes burning rotten.

"Camua-Josh. Who the hell are you?

"As I said earlier, I'm a windmill who doesn't have a hometown. If I were to add, would it be about making the Guardian a business?"

As I say, I'll try to pull out the ornament under my neck.

It is a testament to the Guardian, made of the agate of Genos, which was teased in various shades.

On the surface, the name of Kamua-Josh is engraved in a small way in the Western language.

"Well, it's not a mogul, it's a guardian officially recognized by the Kingdom. How old are you?

"I'm almost 19."

"At that young age, the people of the capital were recognized as the Guardians, drawing the blood of Mahydra, who would be repelled? He's an unusual swordsman, isn't he?

"Yeah, well, I was born to never survive without polishing my sword arms,"

"Yeah... but the" Guardian "recognized by the kingdom means that nobles are rarely given the task of protecting themselves."

Young man's eyes burn up so fiercely.

"And that means - for the Red Beard Party, which targets nobles, what is an uncertain hatred?

"That's right. However, you should only protect yourself now, and the bandit crusade, for example, is out of specialty. Because the only job of the Guardian is to protect the client."

The young man glanced at his lips to get lost.

The men around them lurk their breath as if waiting for his decree.

"... why not?

"Huh? What is it?

"You suspected us of being the Red Beard Party, didn't you? Then you're not just putting yourself at a disadvantage by revealing yourself as the Guardian?

"No. Unless you're in the middle of a job, there's nothing hostile about you. Then I was wondering if it would be better to honestly reveal anything. … If you are the Red Beard Party, I would have liked to have managed to get my mind together."

"Why not? If you were the Guardian, the Red Beard Party would be the enemy, right?

"If I was encouraging the nobleman's escort and the Red Beard Party attacked me there, I could exchange swords. I'd be gone. But I was born poor, so the Red Beard Party's life struck me. A bandit who stumbles upon the code of indestructibility and targets only the wealth of the aristocracy, spreading it among the poor and the people. You know, you're dressed too well, aren't you?

The young man blew out, as he could not see.

Then I glance at my back and laugh out loud.

"You're an idiot! You seriously think about that and reveal your identity?

"Yeah. Plus, I thought you didn't want to turn people like you against your enemies. If you're the leader of the Red Beard Party, I thought I'd stop having jobs near here that might be your target."

The young man kept laughing that he was an idiot.

That's how I laugh and then let my nose dive into my fingertips.

Pulled out of it was a cloth cut in the same shade as the young man's hair.

The young man laughs only in front of his eyes as he wraps it around the lower half of his face.

"Then I'll tell you the truth. My real name is Gollum. Red Beard Gollum, the party leader of the infamous Red Beard Party. So this red cloth cut, which is proof of the Red Beard Party, became my alias. Did you say" Guardian "Kamua-Josh?

"Yes, I'm here."

"Oh, your head..."

"Have mercy. Don't speak up! This young man is the Guardian of the Kingdom! From what I've seen, you seem to have shameless skill in that capacity. If you turn a bastard like this against your enemies, you won't have to kill him. In order to stifle the code of inviolability, do we have to mix drinks?

The red-haired young man - the Redbeard Gollum - looked back at the master of the tavern as he pulled down a cloth slice wrapped around his face down to his throat.

"Hey Dad, we're adding fruit liquor! And bring me the finest meal in this store!

"Yes!

"Come on, Camua-Josh. As you wish, let's have a drink.... so it's time to make a confession. I guess I came all the way to this inn to slip through the lookout and hit that the Red Beard Party was lurking here?

"Yeah, well, it's true you lost Totos. Over the past few days, I have continued my journey with flutter and anticipation that I might visit you somewhere."

"Yeah. You've been to this tavern a lot without a clue, haven't you?

"Yes, we wouldn't even be close to Genos, Doug, or anything with so many soldiers, so we picked as many frivolous streets as we could, and we were looking around for areas where soldiers were patrolling."

"I guess I should congratulate a man with a nose, like you, for not being among the soldiers"

After saying so, Gollum carved an evil wrinkle over his nose.

"But you're the second person who's grabbed our place these days. Maybe we should just figure out where we can lurk."

"Heh. Did the soldiers chase you around?

"No. That's not a rare story. That's why I'm keeping an eye on the table, and I'm getting Totos ready so he can get away with it at any time. They're paying the advance to the tavern, and if soldiers step in, they won't be able to afford to pay for copper coins.... Otherwise, I guess it was only five days ago. There was a man who looked wealthy to the aristocracy, and he came as close as you did tonight."

"Nobility? No way would nobility come to a place like this, would it?

"It wasn't this tavern then, it was more of an inn along the fine streets. It's always busy with customers, so I snuck in the back of the store instead of renting it out.... That's where the royal bastard with his eyes like a rotten eater came in."

Gollum discarded it that way, stripping away his disgust.

"Really, he was a damned, bad-eyed bastard. I was wearing a merchant-style outfit, but it's noble. At least he's a hard-won man living in the middle of the stone capital. What kind of life do you put yourself in? It's easy to see with your eyes and hands."

"Hmm. But how could someone in that capacity be under the Red Beard Party? You wouldn't have to get anywhere near the bandits from yourself, no matter the resentment you've had for looting your wealth in the past, would you?

"It's not like that. That bastard wants us to attack the club."

Then, a man in the nearby seat said, "It's a mission, not a trade union, your head".

"Ugh, you're not gonna change either!... Anyway, he missed the mission coming to Genos from that banner and wanting it to hit him. Besides, kill them all and take their treasures."

"Do you kill everyone against the immortal thief? I don't know what's going on with such a request."

"Yeah. But if I let you do the job, you can spill your eyes on the previous sins of the Red Beard Party, for Christ's sake. What do you say, frigid story?

"You're frigid! Speaking of Genos to Banaam, isn't it the biggest town near here? I've never set foot in either, but it's Marquis territory with a big castle, isn't it? It smells like a conspiracy."

"Oh. You wanted to use the Bandits to smash some inconvenient opponent. Dirty bastards. That's what I think.... so he broke this place up with a knife."

Laughing like a beast, Gollum glanced at his forehead from left to right.

"Whenever I see a wound that won't go away for the rest of my life, he'll regret slapping me in the mouth with a joke on this redbeard gollum. Luckily for Mundt's soul."

"It's dangerous to buy anger such as nobility for nothing.... Or shouldn't we have just lost our lives on the spot?

After saying so, Camua-Josh smiled all the time.

"Well, can't there be a code of immortality like that? You guys are really trying to make a clean living."

"I wonder if the Bandits have any integrity or flattery!

I laugh like I'm on fire again.

There, the master of the liquor store approached me with a large plate of wood in his hand.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a Chimus vanilla grill."

"Oh, this guy looks delicious! I had no idea you could eat skinned meat in such a naughty tavern!

There was a huge amount of meat on the wood plate.

It is the skinned flesh of Kimmus, which was cut into pieces. On its top, even rare and winged meat is listed.

"We were talking about renting out one night today, so I told to keep Kimmus. You're an old Kimmus who can't lay eggs, so you must be a little tense, but if you're still skinned, it's a fine treat, right?

"Thank you, you make me cry! But would it be more profitable to sell Kimmus' skin to a leather shop?

"I'm getting enough copper coins to buy a young Kimmus back, so there's nothing like this."

My husband has carried many more fruit liquors since spilling a more enjoyable grin.

Camua-Josh impresses me that the Red Beard Party really earns love and trust from the poor people.

"Come on, eat. Shall we congratulate you on this ridiculous encounter? Take the finest feather meat!

"Thank you. Don't hesitate, then."

More than skinned meat, this feather meat is traded at a high price.

First of all, it is unusual for the nobles to weigh it from the feathers of the wings, and the meat of the feathers tastes good on top of being little. Even if you are the owner of Kimmus, skins and feathers are often sold off for copper coins.

Camua-Josh grabbed the roasted feathered meat on a thick skin and hit it.

It must have been sprinkled with crushed rock salt and cooked with vanilla. Unlike salted meat, which is salty and salty, the moderate salty taste and the juice of the loose meat spreads through your mouth.

The area with the burnt colour on the surface is crispy, but on the inside, it is very soft.

Furthermore, on the inside, there is a well-groomed meat.

Even though Kimmus is a bird that cannot fly, he possesses powerful powers over his feathers.

That strong force, the addition and subtraction of developed muscles, probably creates this flavor.

It was delicious enough to sigh.

Still only a small amount of meat makes me feel wasted eating in a hurry.

"Hey, you can split it up."

After taking up the feather meat himself, Gollum gave the wooden plate to the man who was nearby.

The men also cheer, one hand up to the freshly baked meat after the other.

It is as noisy as a feast.

The big men and little boys, who had hit Camua-Josh with a sinister gaze, were also laughing at him like a child.

"... because of the aristocratic bastards I just talked to, they cared too. The truth is, they're all good people."

Gollum snapped that way as he looked around satisfactorily.

While removing the remaining meat from the bone with his teeth, Camua-Josh asks him to say yes.

"If a frigid man shows up like me, then you'll be on guard too. Still, whoever didn't try to pull the knife by himself should be judged as the Red Beard Party."

"What, did you feel like you were frigid?

"Of course that is. A little further north, people like me are more abhorrent than bandits, right?

"Yeah. I was born around here, so you don't know much about Mahydra."

"I don't think you need to know. There's no such thing as fun to know."

When Camua-Josh answered as such, "Shut up, you turbulent trees!" A good voice of prestige came down from overhead.

"What a fuss! The boy who fell asleep will wake up!

Camua-Josh was to round his eyes.

An unusual woman came down a wooden staircase.

Tall. If I did poorly, I'd have as much as Camua-Josh.

And the horizontal width, it's outpaced Camua-Josh. Today the contour is feminine and soft, but the bones are thick. Shoulder width, chest thickness and foot thickness were clearly more than Camua-Josh.

The face is also squarely fractured and bitter.

If I wore armor or or something, I wouldn't be able to tell you from a man.

But what the person was currently wearing was a loose cloth outfit, and the footwear was for a man divided into two strands, but his chest and buttocks were stretched with an overwhelming sense of strength, so it didn't seem to bother him with his gender.

"Yeah? What is it, you? That's a face you don't see."

Slightly, he approaches the Camua-Josh's with a powerful foothold.

Gollum was cheerfully laughing and waving at you.

"Has the boy finally slept with me? Drink, too.... This guy is a frigid windmill called Camua-Josh. Camua-Josh, this is my wife, Barsha of Masala."

"Can I reveal my name to such a windmill?

Saying, the woman, introduced to Barsha, tore the earthen bottle on the table and moistened her throat with manly luxury.

"It's okay. So if something happened to Swordswallowing, that means he didn't have eyes for me. Then you break the code of immortality, but I'll drop you."

"Isn't that the swordswallowing story? Well, whatever you want."

Barsha dropped her hips in the seat next to Gollum with Dori.

One turn is bigger in stature than the Gollum of being a partner.

"I see... speaking of which, the Redbeard Gollum companion was used as the right arm of the party leader until he was a child,"

"Is that even a rumor? You like rumors about the people in town at all!

"That's because there's not going to be a human being in any country who tries to teeth to the nobles head-on like you. Still. I haven't been captured in years, so I guess it's about to become a little legend. If you're a bard, you're going to try to tailor yourself to a song as a hero, Tan."

"Ha! Happy birthday to you too. We're just rambling around because nobles don't care.... Hey, if you have too much meat, turn it over here."

Depending on the voice of the party leader, the wood plate returns.

On top of that, there were only enough flesh pieces left to count.

"What, you've been eating a lot of fine food while people were sleeping on the boy?"

Pinch up the skinned meat, presumably breast meat, and Barsha throws it into his mouth.

Not only appearance, but his temper also seemed to be a masculine female jewel.

"I'm going to take some bone and organ stewed juice right now. Wait a minute, ma'am."

Give me a break, will you?

Since returning a bitter smile to the master of the tavern, Barsha has brought his tougher face closer to Camua-Josh.

"So what the hell are you? Looks like you could use some arms, but maybe you have the soul nerve to join the Red Beard Party?

"No. I don't think a member of the Red Beard Party would get stuck with a guy who doesn't sit on his back like me"

"Hmm? If you have a home or family, why don't you just help me when it's convenient?

"Oh, do some people participate in the work in that way? … but I don't seem to be the right person for the Red Beard Party after all."

"Oh well," he pulled back slightly, then Barsha twisted the pavilion master's face.

"Then why are you revealing your identity to this Jen and exaggerating alcohol?"

"Well, to make friendship with this guy. People who turn to their enemies and seem troublesome are quick to join them, aren't they? Fortunately, I was born poor."

Laugh luxuriously and drink fruit. Seeing it as though it was frightening, Barsha also mouthed the fruit liquor.

I don't care where you look, I don't think it's a couple.

but I could feel that there was a strong trust and affection between the two, even with just this much interaction.

Likewise, while picking up a drink, Camua-Josh turns back to Gollum.

"Speaking of which, you definitely had something to eat, didn't you, Red Beard Gollum?"

"Oh, what, in advance?

"Why did you set up a code of non-killing? Isn't that too dangerous a code to deal with soldiers and" guardians "of escorts?

"Yeah? Then you kill humans and plunder treasures. Then the weight of sin is different. Even we're cute."

"No, but if you get your hands on noble wealth, how much of a death penalty will you not be spared? It doesn't seem to change the weight of sin."

Gollum frowned scratchy.

Then I peel my teeth off and laugh.

"This guy was not my way of saying it. My cuteness doesn't mean flesh. It's about the soul."

"Soul?"

"That's right. If it were a law made by nobility, looting and killing would be the same sin. But if it's in front of the great Selva, how about it? The soul of a murderer will be smashed to pieces, but if it's just looting, you're gonna get an eye spill, aren't you?

"Ha. You mean you're wearing it for your post-mortem soul"

"It's not that big a layer! But even in front of Selva, I'll declare it with a big voice. What's wrong with plundering the wealth of the filthy aristocrats! If you have a complaint, try smashing this soul! He said.... there's nothing to be ashamed of in me. That's our power."

Gollum's yellowish eyes shimmered again, laughing furiously.

"My end will be the beginning anyway. Still, I'll stand on the execution bench laughing. Everyone else will feel the same way."

"Really?" Camua-Josh smiled.

After all, these Redbeard Party men were what they thought they were.

It was only in order to know that Camua-Josh was pursuing their existence.

(Rough as wild beasts, and clean. I guess they can really stand on the execution bench without any regrets)

It's a way of life I can't live.

I don't believe in God.

God's judgment, God's management, God's destiny.

Contempt the laws laid down by God's proxy kingdom and just live the way you want to live - while these gollums choose a way of life similar to yours, I guess there is still a lurking fear of God at its root.

Or maybe he's trying to resist God in a different cut than he is.

with all of his life and pride.

"Oh, my God, don't laugh funny."

And Gollum gave a dissatisfied voice to the lid.

"Are you sure you're 18? Don't look at me like I'm an old man."

"Really? They often say you look like an old dog. I've never seen a beast called that dog before."

"Hmm. You're a crazy bastard"

Ever since I said that, Gollum has kept his face much closer.

"By the way. I understand the futility and let me just say this once - you're not really going to be a Red Beard Party person, are you, Camu-Josh?

"Yeah, that's an honorable offer that makes my heart tremble."

Camua-Josh makes me laugh back.

"But after all, I'm unlikely to live like you. I'm still in the process of looking for a code for myself, so I'm not in a position to follow someone else's code."

"Hmm. That's a lot of excuses. If you're the kingdom's" protector, "you don't have to lose yourself to bandits.

Like a child, Gollum puts his lips together.

If he was able to live with such an attractive human being, it would be wonderful raw - and so on, Camua-Josh let him shake his neck beside him.

"No. I got my credentials as a Guardian to live as freely as possible. I want to use this position to explore different lands. … so if you find your code and it was not against the Code of the Red Beard Party, I may wish to live with you."

"That's a good no. Luckily for a neat windmill."

Gollum shrugged his shoulders, while taking away the earthen bottle of fruit liquor.

"Do you want a drink, then? I don't think we're gonna be face-to-face for the rest of our lives anyway, so let's just empty our liquor for the rest of our lives this night."

"Right."

In fact, the opportunity for Camua-Josh and Red Beard Gollum to face each other ahead was not visited for the rest of their lives.

There was no good knowing that, and they were to drink until morning.

Then the gear of destiny meshed, and Camua-Josh and Gollum's child were to face each other, after a decade and a few years had passed since that night.