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"Ah, not an Allerian...I thought so. I'm sorry to hear about your mother."
He looked around again and then back at Osmic. 'Wonder what the time must be' he thought as alarm hit him in the gut as he realized how long he had been at the tavern. He had definitely been there much longer than he had intended. 'I guess I shall stay a little longer' he thought as he looked around a saw the tavern still hustling and buzzing with life from all over the empire. It was a hot spot, the tavern, for citizens and travelers alike. Who wouldn't like a fresh brewed ale after such a travel, an adventure, or long journey across the rigorous land? Even after a long day at work just for a get away from the stress of ordinary life. 'Nothing taste better after such events...'
"So how do you plan on going about slaying such a dragon? avenging your mother's death?" Maximus was intrigued. He had heard such stories as a kid, myth, he always thought they were, just legend, make believe. Inanimate is how he thought of them, but such a story had proven him wrong. But non-the-less, he had played the scenario out many a time as a little kid with his friends, the ending always the same. The dragon would lie slain on the ground, blood leaking from its entrails...always, victory was always theirs. In real life however, the ending wasn't such a quarantee, far from it.
'Maybe someday I could help him in his quest to avenge his mother's death. No what am I thinking....this is something you must do at your lonesome. How old was he when this horrific event occured?' Thoughts kept penetrating his thick cranium and entering his brain. Such strange ideas as they were, were shrugged off as Maximus snapped back to reality, back to the tavern, the chair, the conversation.
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