Red and Wolf
- Jun 24, 2012 5:46 AM
So i've resumed work on my novel! Wrote 7 pages in the past week! So its doing great, and i love writing it! Anyways, here's a small snippet of it featuring two minor characters that i think you're gonna like. Enjoy ^_^
“So where are we going? Where can we find the...”
“To a saloon. That’s where we’ll find him. Don’t you worry about that. We’re almost there anyways.” Harcoh casually walked slightly faster, leading the group through a shady alley, finally going out on a different street and ending up in front of a small building with the name “Kradam’s” written on a wooden sign, hung by just three nails. It was clear as they entered the saloon that it was bigger than it appeared from the outside. Filled with all kinds of characters and with a dim atmosphere, Darion could tell from a glance that all kinds of shady business went on in here. Everybody seemed so grim and he did not like this place one bit.
“Sit at the bar, boys. We grown-ups have to go for a bit. But don’t worry, we’ll be right back.” Edenna sent both of her underlings to the long bar on the right, herself and the captain walking off in an unknown direction.
“Morning, boys. What can I get ya?” A stout man with thick moustache approached the duo, dressed in a tidy suit.
“Just water, thank you.”
“Nonsense, big guy! I’m getting you a drink fit for your size.” As he said that, the bartender took out a gargantuan glass, filling it up with black and red alcohol. “Here we go. Just for you, big guy.” He smiled, waiting as Cristoph picked up the glass with his large hands, taking a big gulp and putting it down just as fast, with a sour look on his face.
“Ah, I see you like it!” The barman laughed. “That’ll be 250 coppers. And you, young man?” He turned his attention to Darion, who was looking around.
“Oh, I’m fine, thanks.” Politely he declined, while a little girl dressed in a red attracted his attention hood sitting on the very next bar stool, her little feet were rocking back and forth.
“Helloooo.” She spoke in an innocent manner while staring him square.
“Hello there.” He smiled “What’s a little girl like you doing in this place?”
“I’m with him!” Without turning her eyes away, she pointed to the person behind her, a grim man wearing a black leather coat and with short unshaved beard and messy hair. It was apparent that time had left its marks on him, and his face had the scars to prove. He turned around, casting a dark shadow on Darion, growling in a low pitch like an angered wolf.
“May I help you, young man?” With the same grim expression he spoke, frightening the boy.
“Umm…no?!” Scared stiff, he mumbled his words, quick to turn around.
“Alfyyyyy! You scared him away!” The little girl climbed on the man’s head, pulling on his hair as he couldn’t help but growl even more in disdain.
“Come ooooooon.” She wailed, pulling even more.
“Fine.” He grabbed the kid, putting her down. “Hey kid. Kid.” In a rough manner, he gripped Darion’s shoulder and pulled him around. Not that he wanted to scare him even more which he did, but he simply didn’t know how to do things gently. “Sorry for that. Let me buy you a drink, eh?”
“Yeah. Let him buy you a drink!” The little girl tugged on a Darion with a smile.
“Alright.” More at ease, he relaxed, picking up the girl and setting her down on the tall stool between him and “Alfy”, as the girl called him.
The man snapped his fingers, as the bartender was quick to serve him.
“Get this young man the cheapest drink you have.” He spoke while taking out a crumbled sheet of paper from his pocket and straightening it out to look at it..
“Fine….Second cheapest.” Without taking his eyes off the paper he replied. It was a portrait of a man, with some numbers on the bottom of it.
“Will do, sir.” The bartender pulled out a green-colored bottle and sipped a bright green liquid in a tall glass, setting it in front of Darion.
“Thanks.” With great hesitation he picked up the glass and took a good whiff of it, his nose scorching from the strong smell the drink gave off. “Well, can’t kill me, can it?!” With resolve he took the glass to his mouth and took a big sip, almost instantaneously feeling his throat burn.
“First time drinking, eh?” The man’s face brightened for a moment as he shifted his gaze to Darion, as if he enjoyed himself watching the boy struggle with the drink.
“Yeah.” He coughed, putting down the drink.
“What’s your name by the way? I’m Goodwolf, Alfred Goodwolf. And this little bad luck charm….well, I just call her Red.”
“Nice to meet you, Red, Alfred. I’m Darion.” He shook hands with both.
“So, what brings you to this island, Darion?”
“Umm, I’m…” Unsure whether or not to tell the complete truth, he decided to leave out a detail. “I’m waiting for my captain. We’re supposed to meet up with someone.”
“Captain, you say? So you’re a sailor?”
“Sort of, I guess. And you?”
“Well…I’m supposed to meet up with someone as well.” He spoke, picking up the sheet of paper and folding, but not before Darion could get a good look at the person on it.
“I see. Well I don’t know if that’s the man you’re supposed to meet up with, but there he is.” He pointed to the front door, behind Alfred’s back, as the man on the picture, a tall, skinny redheaded man with a smug look, just walked in.
“Well, isn’t that nice. Thank you, Darion, I owe ya one.” He finished the small drink in front of him in one go, and got up from his chair. “Come on, Red. We have work to do. Let’s go.”
“Yay!” Practically jumping off her chair, she trailed behind the man, only turning around to wave Darion goodbye. “Later, Darion!”