“ Welcome to Harhar!” a friendly man shouted, dressed like a typical fisherman, rough clothes and boots, all gather from dead animals, dirty cotton shirt, wreaking of fish and other dead things. Things you don’t even want to think about.
Elled grabbed Marana’s hand and walked towards the Saloon. “ You hungry?” he asked, Marana nodded. The saloon was an old one. Time was hard on the small wooden building. But still, it had it charm. Once inside they saw how packed it was, drunken men in every corner, some passed out, others playing games of cards.
A small table was empty, the travelers both sat down. When the waiter came by Elled and Marana both ordered the thickest meat they got and a tea. The waiter replied they only served fish. Laughing they ordered the biggest Sal’aman. One of the best fishes in the house, the waiter said.
They felt all the eyes on them. They probably didn’t fit the normal profile. Elled dressed in worn leather, a shoulder backpack, a belt, some pouches. Marana, in nearly the same outfit. Only slightly more stylish. When Elled made her the clothes she said something about “ Excuse me?”
He disregarded it at first, but later instead of pants, she redesigned them into a skirt.
It was only a matter of time until someone sat next to them. “Hi there stranger.” he opened. “How does a neat pickin’ stranger like yourself end up in a deadwaste town of Harhar?”
Marana looked fiercely towards the stranger, he worse similar clothes as the man who welcomed them into town. Elled’s eyes rolled, he looked at Marana and then towards the man.
“I’m looking for transport.” Elled replied. “I need to go to the other side of the river.” The stranger chuckled. He looked at his friends at the bar and laughed. “That won’t be possible, my friend.”
Elled questioned him. “How so?”
The stranger explained: “The Reign controls these waters now, that’s why were all here.” the man came closer and covered his mouth a bit. “ All these dead-wastes lost their jobs, they be drinkin’ their sorrows away. Them women are mad too.” The man continued. “If anyone sets foot on the water, they’d be shot dead.”
Slowly Elled moved his hand on the mans shoulder. “I don’t care much for the Reign, my friend. But I still need to cross that river.” The man laughed again, then checked his friends at the bar. “Listen mate. “ Elled didn’t like the tone. “I don’t know who you are, or what you are. But don’t get us in trouble. We had more people like you!”
The man stood up and walked towards the bar, just before he mingled in he turned around. “Consider it a warning.”
Marana looked a bit frightend. “What did he mean with “More people like you”?” - Elled shook his head. “ I don’t know.” The waiter came with the food and refreshed their tea. “Don’t take Larus
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