TO THE PEOPLE I ONCE KNEW

NARRATOR'S POV

        Robbie traveled back towards the village- with nothing but the blood-stained clothes, a few gold coins, and the locket in his pocket he continued on.

Until…

He reached the tavern- with its flickering light and lively chattering, it was obvious that a lot of patrons are going wild inside.

With a hint of hesitation- Robbie went inside, opening the wooden door he became the center of attention. And with his blood-stained clothes he chattering stopped, a deafening silence has taken over the tavern.

With the intense glares- burning holes in his head he continued forward.

"A shot of whiskey" he told the barkeeper.

A glance of worry was handed over to Robbie as the keeper server his drink.

"Mister… I don't think I've ever gotten your name" Robbie started.

"I don't think I ever told you- it was Ronald Conrad" the keeper chuckled.

"Lad… what happened?" the continued- eyeing Robbie's clothes.