A thousand years after the escape, an unusual pair is approaching a bar in the Low Slums, the filthiest Slumship in Abscond.
"Ha, we're back in the
picturesque slums, like in the ol' days. I did miss them." the halfling says, walking down the busy, dirty road in the Low Slums. After a
few twists and turns, the pair finds themselves in front of the Old West Bar.
"Seems we're still a
bit early." says the halfling, looking at his pocket watch "Should
we get in and grab a drink while we wait, Beef?" he looks over his
companion, a book over his face, lost in reading "Beef?" he asked
"Oh? You said
something Biff?" the huge minotaur says, lowering the book and putting the
marker on page 23 of the literary adaptation of Slumship Millionaire.
"Damn it Beef! I've
told you already to stop reading and pay attention! We've got to keep our eyes
open. I don't see the Spellguard inviting me for anything else than some
vacations in a Jailship. Have you forgotten that's why I brought
you with me?" Biff says, jumping and snatching the book from the minotaur's hand "You're not going to look very scary if you're reading
a romance for housewives, now will you?" he takes a look over the book
"Hum, this one actually as a really funny ending..."
the minotaur says calmly, cracking his neck as he did, turning slowly towards
the halfling "I was reading that." he says, not
much as a matter of fact, but more like an order.
"Hehe, you just had a, hum, spot here in the cover." the halfling says quickly, realizing he had just risked his life by touching
the minotaur's book "There, all clean now!" he
says, returning the book to Beef with an innocent, scared smile on his face
"It is a really good book actually."
They enter the bar,
reaching for a table at the back while Biff asks the bartender "Hey,
'tender! Will you bring two ales over to this table, hey?" then to his
companion "This one's are on me little bro."
the minotaur says, reaching for his ale as soon as the bartender brings it
over, downing it in one large gulp. Really good would have to have my marker
back as well... "I'm not saying anything barbaric when I say that, like
me, you also think that you're not the only one getting the letter, right?"
"You can bet your book
on that, little brother." Biff says, sipping on his mug "Judging by
the faces around this dump, we're not alone in this. I've lived a long time in
the slums and I know how to spot faces that simply don't match. And this, my
dear bovine friend," he says waving to the several people at the bar
"is not your typical crowd of a typical night."
As the time passes, Biff
keeps sipping his ale, while Beef is already in his fourth mug "You can
feel it in the air, little bro." the halfling says
"Something is going to happen tonight."