It was late. The tavern i was in consisted of the watered down booze. that tasted more of piss thin actual alcohol. The smell that of sweaty bodies to close together that hadn't bathed in weeks maybe months. With some of the shadiest people in this city. It was well past twilight and the tavern was in full swing. I sat in the corner minding my own business. Drinking down that past that still haunted my few times i actually get to sleep. My constitution so high I can go weeks at a time and not even yawn. I'm well in to my 12th maybe 13th mug when my ears pic up a conversation across the room. seems I'm finally hitting drunk enough that I'm loosing the tight control over my bodies functions. So I'm unwillingly forced to listen in. We doing this tonight. i hear one man say to the other. they were adventurers knock offs. People who wanted to be adventurers but failed the exam either do to laziness or lack of talent but still clawed at what little power they could grasp in there dirty fingers. Ya we will get the girl tonight. Oh joy these idiots were kidnapping some rich kid. probably for ransom.
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