After a long wait in city the order to move arrived. Gomrin naturally, wasn't in the best of shapes.
Mekoter
Snoring loudly sat the fleshy bulk of Gomrin clustered to the bar. His head deposited where it had fallen and that currently was on said bar, facing the door. ''Baron!'' A hissing voice urged him. ''Baron! Wake up!'' This time the voice was accompanied with a prod.
"Damn it he's too far gone again..'' The voice seemed to indicate to the third source. ''Just shove him.'' Came the reply. A long moment passes as nothing happened, the scuffle of feet could be heard though. ''You shove him, I'll hold him down.'' The original voice said in a somewhat accusing tone. ''Fine..''
In a dark dream Gomrin was chasing a fair maiden with golden.. dark... red hair? Like the flames licking from the furious sun that hid behind the black devestation that was behind him in his dreamscape. The world tumbled and everything went stark white!
His eyelids parted as Gomrin's body responded to the heavy shove that propelled his body off his barstool and towards the ground. The light that spilled into the room from the doorway blinding him as he went down. ''Hold him you Bastard!'' a voice almost shouted.
There was no holding anyone anymore, that particular dawn became a red dawn in all its bloody glory. The men who tried to do their duty to their leader will forever remember that day as the day that they both broke their lips, noses and achieved the questionable honor of double blackeyes.
At least the gang was now on their way to Mekoter, ''You're the Koter!'' was the mocking phrase that was used for those that had to wake Gomrin in the future. A task none of them really wanted to do, at all.
