Greatly provoked by each and every one of his moves and words, the lord slayer rose to his feet while slamming the counter as though he had also learnt to hate the same place where he had earlier been served his drinks.
"Lord Jones" he clearified, by simply stating his name, the reason for his being here.
Jones paid keen attention to the surrounding. His heavy battle axe weapon that silently waited for its time to shed someone's blood. The two other people that travelled with him.
One, trying to look cool by posing on the door's entrance. His head bent slightly, arms crossed and one leg above his other knee, using the walls as support.
Apart from his calm state, Jones recognized him from earlier. The second man who sat at the far end of the counter when he first came here.
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