A robber drops to the ground fast asleep. Alex and Zeke step over him.
"That was like the one hundreth person that tried to rob us." Zeke said as he sheathed his swords.
"And it's been over an hour and we still haven't found a place to crash and eat!" Alex said sadly as he rubbed his growling stomach.
The two continue to walk down the street that they are in. Every house and building is rundown, in shambles or in ruins.
"Man, what's up with this town?" Zeke thought to himself.
They turn right and enter another street. At the end of it stands a two floor pub. Alex begins to drool as his eyes twinkle.
"Food!" he shouts and runs.
"Hey wait!" Zeke yells and runs after him.
Alex grabs the door knob and opens the door. The place is in ruins. In one of the corners of the pub is a puddle of some kind of liquid that smells horribly. Thick dust stands on the many tables and chairs. An old barman is leaning on the bar whispering with a young woman. Her face is all covered up in clothing. Zeke grabs Alex's shoulder from behind and turns him around.
"You idiot, look at the mess you did!" He said as he looks over Alex's shoulder.
"The place was already like this when I entered." Alex replied.
The barman quickly glances at them and quickly resumes the conversation with the masked lady. The two sit at the bar next to the lady. Zeke props his swords against the bar. The lady eyes the swords with money in her eyes. The barman gives her a nervous glance and turns his focus to his customers.
"God day sirs, what can serve you?" he asks.
"Food! Give me as much as you can carry!" Alex demands and bangs his fits against the bar excitedly.
"I'll have a drink." Zeke said.
The barman turns his back to them and prepares food and drinks. The lady takes her chance, grabs Zeke's swords and runs out of the pub.
"Hey bitch! Those are my swords!" Zeke shouts and runs after her.
Alex looks at the empty doorway and turns his focus back at the barman. He sets five plates in front of Alex and sighes.
"You must forgive my daughter. She's just trying to protect the village." He said.
"From who?" Alex asks with his mouth full.
"From the Don. He's the only one protecting us from the authorities." The barman replied.
"So he's taking payment from you people?" Alex asks.
"Yes, but we're a poor town. My daughter, Hevlaska, has chosen to steal valuable goods from the passing travelers instead of payment but it's still not enough for him." The barman explained.
"From what you've told me, I've decided that we'll help you guys out. Just tell me where he resides and we'll do the rest." Alex said.