Chapter 8 : The Withering Fang Pub

Ayda’s POV

I knew it was stupid of me to drink as much as the others, being a mother of one so young, but by the time the waitress topped off my goblet, I couldn’t remember why drinking had been such a bad idea after all.

The Withering Fang Pub was a charming little bar made out of the charred innards of a manor’s undercroft that had burned down during the Uprising. It was owned by a man named Georgios Papadakis and his wife Gabriella, who met during the Uprising along the Bornite-Chalcopyrite border on opposing sides.

They’d both been mercenaries rented out to lesser lords to protect their lands from the common folk whilst also simultaneously trying to gain the others’ territory. They’d been trapped in a manor house when the fires began, unwilling to leave due to fears of being caught in the crossfire outside. So, they had to learn to rely upon each other just to survive.