The subtle sound of a slow flute melody playing in the background is distorted by the constant hum of people chatting, glasses clinking, and an occasional loud laughter or a giggle. This unusual rhapsody of sound was enriched with loud and fast-paced footsteps steadily becoming louder and louder, belonging to Druce…
“Late as always”, he sighs to himself while being a little bit short of breath, as he enters Green Hell in haste.
He passes around the bar, signaling the cute barmaid to bring him his usual flagon of mead. He couldn’t help but notice the barman trying to get one of his new, currently out-cold recruits off of the floor.
“Heh, I always keep telling ‘em ta start slowly from th’ weaker stuff…” he chuckles a bit and he helps the barmaid drag him to a nearby sofa, positioning him in the corner next to two girls. “Anna, Meri, could ya please check up on him as soon as th’ lad wakes up?” he winks at them and leaves the unconscious man in the company of the two giggling girls, heading towards the table where Eriksson is sitting.
“Nice to meet ya again, Mr Eriksson! Sorry it took me so long. We’ve had a few buggery neighbors ta take care of…Ya know how th’ relations can get cranky.” He puts off his cape, strokes his hand through his dreadlocks and sits down opposite to Eriksson.