BUTCH: of the seven thieves

The druken knight

Balzibesh...
A kingdom like any other in the lands of zireff. There were many creatures who inhabited this land. Particularly the elves. Elves are little humanoid people with sharp ears and a soft heart.regardless of thier often quarels, elves live together as one with not a single spec of hatred in the air.

Balzibesh had always been a happy place, were the birds sing in the mornings,the frigets howl come evening. But that happiness soon vanished,as thier ruler king Gondor who suffers a terrible illness had put all the elves into fear and anxiety. Hope had vanished from this kingdom, and all but one man still had a solid smile on his face.

       At the outskirts of  balzibesh was a small bar where old and young warriors drink and toast to thier old memorise.

An old elf with frail hair, wearing a rusty peice of armor sat near the front door of the bar 
"And then i said to him, no one talks back at old trigor lad, but i be kind enough to spare ya life" he said holding a bowl of wine
"So what did you do next trigor" said the others who sat next to him
Trigor: "well he said, what do ya want from me sir? And i said, ya either take out ya eye! Or ya leg lad!"
The younger elves among trigors gathering had a deep inspired look in thier eyes.

Trigor:" Te ha! Ya should have seen it lads. He almost wet his pants..."

" am surprised to see you so full of life trigor
An elf interupted
Trigor:" calm your horses pyther, we just having a conversation ya know?"

Old pyther was his name, like trigor he had a rusty armor with a sword scar on his helmet. He also had a perculiar blueish skin acompanied with white scaly hair

Pyther:" havnt you heard the state this kingdom is in trigor? Our king is taking his last breath and you seem just fine"

Trigor: "kings come and go pyther, ya have to accept life just as it is. Have a drink and enjoy my story"
trigor winked at pyther.
"I couldnt agree more old man"
Another voice from the gathering

Trigor:" oh who is it this time?..ya interupting my story ya know?"

"Life is too short to worry about death of kings"
The voice came from behind trigor's seat. And as he turned his scaley neck back he saw a slender young man wearing a white shirt and a wasit coat with a short cutting blade. He sat at the edge of wood that made the frame of the window in the bar.

Trigor:" well call me a chifton! If it aint old butch!!!"

" old? Ha! You are like three hundred years older than me"
Trigor:" you got some nerve showing ya face in here ya know?"
Butch: " come on old timer, let by gones be by gones. Tell you what! Lets play a batting game for old time sake"

Pyther:" uh oh"
Trigor:"betting huh? What do ya have to offer kid?"
Butch smiles slowly and says " well lets see, ill give you my ellik sword and."
He brings out a small bag he had been hiding "and.. all this falcon gems" sprays the content on the table. It was filled with pink gelly like stones called falcon gems.

Trigor drops his bowl of elf wine." you are on boy, Pyther! Get me my case"

Pyther:" but trigor! You know Butch is a hardened criminal in this streets. Plus he has robbed us more times than we have swung our swords"

"Old trigor never runs away from a bet!" Trigor screams valiantly

"so what do you have to offer..old man" butch says,showing of his glittering gems
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