A night at the tavern: War over a fair Princess.
Once there was said to be a harsh Lord who had many riches and beautiful young daughter...there were many Lords that had their eyes and heart set on her...they wanted to court her and make her the Lady of their own castle. On one occasion, The harsh Lord decided to hold a feast for his bravest soldiers and that's when the news broke out on the signs posted all over the Castle's tavern.
The swank and musky Tavern named The War Horn Bar and Grill was a local watering hole for all of the bravest of soldiers. It was there were they would go after a long day, if not Blood Lake Military Hospital to soothe and wash away their pains...and it was there where all the grand posters where seen, announcing this great feast.
The tavern was noisy on that particular evening...Shouts to the bar keep from tables, goblets clinking and being pounded on the wooden tables...men laughing boisterously...some were already drunk and some were in quiet corners delving into their harsh fiery liquids...the ones they would pour down into their gullets..as they stared into a bleak and blank oblivion.
All of a sudden one of the strongest and bravest soldiers stood up in the middle of the tavern and boldly exclaimed that the Lord's daughter will one day be his Lady and how he planned on confronting the Lord about this....as if claiming her to be his...
Meantime, at the castle....the princess stood at the window of one of the towers of the Castle looking down at the kingdom...her eyes flickered to and fro....along the path to the Tavern and back to the Barracks...she was looking for someone....she was looking for ...
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"The Mind is one of the things that go first, and one never remembers what goes next "
~ Lone Oak