Happy Life
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Krait was picking at his ear with his little finger throughout the loudmouth's speech.
He grimaced at the part about enlisting as a laborer and wanted to spit in disgust when the word "guard" was mentioned, but he couldn't, as it was too crowded.
He smiled happily at the announcement of the execution and nudged his neighbor with his elbow, overwhelmed with emotion – "cool," he seemed to say.
He dozed off a bit when the herald droned on about taxes on immobility and other meaningless things.
He came to when he heard his neighbor muttering – the latter had reacted aloud to the announcement of the tournament as something superfluous and pre-arranged by its organizers in a deceitful way, so that an honest person wouldn't stand a chance. The weight of this opinion was somewhat undermined by the fact that the commentator himself looked rather scrawny, with a patchy beard, a receding chin, and matchstick arms, but with a protruding beer belly.
Finally, Krait nodded at the final stage of the speech – when he heard about the monsters that had infested the village and the port.
"That's more like it," he explained his emotion to his neighbor. "Go in, go out, take the reward. Let the dogs stand guard all day long."
Pulling out his little finger – it was covered in earwax along the entire phalanx – the warrior wiped it on his trousers, cracked his neck and shoulders, and headed for the port.
He grimaced at the part about enlisting as a laborer and wanted to spit in disgust when the word "guard" was mentioned, but he couldn't, as it was too crowded.
He smiled happily at the announcement of the execution and nudged his neighbor with his elbow, overwhelmed with emotion – "cool," he seemed to say.
He dozed off a bit when the herald droned on about taxes on immobility and other meaningless things.
He came to when he heard his neighbor muttering – the latter had reacted aloud to the announcement of the tournament as something superfluous and pre-arranged by its organizers in a deceitful way, so that an honest person wouldn't stand a chance. The weight of this opinion was somewhat undermined by the fact that the commentator himself looked rather scrawny, with a patchy beard, a receding chin, and matchstick arms, but with a protruding beer belly.
Finally, Krait nodded at the final stage of the speech – when he heard about the monsters that had infested the village and the port.
"That's more like it," he explained his emotion to his neighbor. "Go in, go out, take the reward. Let the dogs stand guard all day long."
Pulling out his little finger – it was covered in earwax along the entire phalanx – the warrior wiped it on his trousers, cracked his neck and shoulders, and headed for the port.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
