The waitress lady merely rolled her eyes at the old man’s silence. Newbie - She commented in her mind as the old traveller only stared at her, as if trying too exhausted to speak. She was very familiar to this kind, the weak. They did not even last a day in their locality. Looking down in his lap, he was holding something so close to his torso, it was hardly possible to identify what it was, especially when the tavern is poorly illuminated.
As soon as the lady’s gazed went down at his lap, Bentley pulled Rikkard closer to his chest quickly shooting a glare at the lady. Did - Did she recognize me?! - Fear ceased his mind. But suddenly the woman, slammed the wooden counter.
“If yer’ ready ta’ order, then do it or get the h*ll outta 'ere!!”, he voice echoed in the small space gaining some curious stares from the background. After all, everyone would love a little drama in this mundane and monotonous land. “Give the old chap a break, Polly!”, someone voiced from table a little far away from them. Bentley was already having second thoughts about residing in this h£ll. How was he supposed to raise Rikkard to be the lawful, enlightened and polite King like his father was among this dirty rude lowlives?
“W-water…”, he managed to utter in a stammering and broken voice.