III
After a few months, the real troublemakers showed themselves. Those that couldn’t hold their liquor showed up in the tavern. The lightweights who challenged anyone bigger or stronger. Well, I wasn’t about to be their usual haunt.
“Jacob, your damn wedding cost me five hundred gold! When are you going to pay up?” One man started hollering one night.
“I’m sorry David. I just…I’m still working on it.”
“Then how did you pay for a trip to Maura like it was nothing?”
The argument came to blows. It was an ugly fight that near every patron found themselves a part of, but I stopped it as soon as possible. I pulled David, the smaller of the two, off of Jacob, and kicked them both out of the Cursed Elixir. Of course, with a few choice curses and furious threats, neither of them dared come ba
