a tale

everything seems so familiar, just like it happened a few second before, but, yet, it has not happened. Ice sited on the chair, a noise sound came from behind him was the drunk man fall on the floor, struggling to get up. city guards sited on the corner far away from this joke, laughing at drunk man. bartender was too busy to take care the man laid on the floor, almost every one in the tavern has asked for another round. and somehow the guy on the floor yelled "get me up will ya?", but none of them, drinking famous ale of the town, answer his call.

Ice slowly tasted his hot tea, a few people would have a tea in such place like Poison Apple, a tavern full of adventurer, merchant, fairy tale character or even gang thug. but reputation of Ice has already grant him a quite place for his tea. a good and kind cleric with finest warhammer skills, made him a good partner in any party. although this good cleric did some odd behaver, however his role in an adventure party is far important then his odd style.

"can you get me up?" the guy laid on the floor said once again, Ice couldn't stop to help him base on his good character, the good cleric lower his hand tried to reach the drunk guy
and got him up on his feet, a dagger show up on the drunk guy's hand, Ice tumbled back to his table and warhammer and tower shield on his hand. the drunk guy seems upset when he failed to stab the cleric, "i shouldn't drink that much." he groaned, ready to assault the cleric, Ice hold his tower shield tie, asked "who are you? and what do you want from me?" he did not understand why some one want him to die. "you don't need to know that much." the drunk guy said, swing his dagger to attack, Ice blocked the attack and his warhammer straight hit the wretch guy's head. the distribution has draw city guards attention, "Now I have to explain everything." Ice wondered.