Alright thanks to those who gave me input on my first chapter. Here is the second chapter, hope you enjoy. also, please tell me things you liked or things that might need work. it helps to make this as enjoyable as possible.

Chapter 2- what is worth fighting for?

As the snow crunched under Earen’s boots, he came to a stop at the entrance to a small village. The village was like the little kid trying to break up the two big kids in a fight, and the big kids were the mountains. He continued walking into the village and looked for any sign of an inn or tavern to stay the night. He went to the heart of the snow covered village and into the inn/tavern. As he walked in, there was a small crowd at one table, laughing and had an ungodly amount of beer at their table. There were a few other patrons, but few others.

“ ‘ello good sir, would you be needin a room for the noight?” he said in a heavy accent.

“Yes please, and I would like some bread and water, nothing more.” Earen said as he removed his hood.

“You gots the look of an elf good sir” the tender said a little surprised.

“Yes I am an elf. Can I please get my key and food?” Earen said a little agitated.

“Oh roight good sir, sorry bout that” he said and quickly waddled off to the kitchens. He came back with the key and food. “Thanks” Earen said and flipped a gold coin at the tender. Earen sat down, looked around, and tore off a piece of bread a chewed on it. Then he felt heavy hands fall on his shoulders.

“Hey pretty boy, wot you doin in our tavern?” one of the drunks said.

“I am just passing through, and this isn’t your tavern” Earen said, brushing off the hands like flies off his shoulder.

“Hey boys, you ‘ear that that? He says this aint our tavern” the drunk said again, and all of the drunks surrounding the table laughed and some cursed when they spilled their drinks. The drunk’s hands went again to Earen’s shoulders but this time with pressure.

“Well boys I think it is our tavern” he said and pointed to the bartender tied up to a chair. Earen stood up and his fist met with the drunk’s nose. It broke with a sickening crunch and blood sprayed all over the drunk’s face. Then he kneed him in the stomach and shoved him back and he fell over a chair and landed on his chin and once again a crunch sounded and his jaw broke. Drunks grabbed Earen and slid him across a table that had glass cups and jars, smashing on his face until he slid off the edge.

“Not so pretty anymore are you elf boy, I bet your women wont like you too much anymore” a drunk said, holding a club and making an angry face. Earen felt all of the thin but deep cuts on his face and felt the blood mixed with tears dripping down his face. The drunk charged Earen and swung down with his club. Earen blocked the blow with his arm and he could feel it break. The drunk stared stunned at Earen’s block and Earen took the chance to trip him. As the drunk fell to the ground, Earen drew his sword and stomped on the man’s chest with his boot. The man wheezed as the wind was knocked out of him and Earen’s sword at his throat. The door to the tavern swung open and a man walked in. he looked old but fit. He carried a sword at his side and carried a staff and he looked like he knew how to use them.

“Let him go boy, he can do no more harm” he said to Earen as he untied the tender. Earen hesitated but lifted his sword and took his boot off his chest.

“Now go home you bunch o’ drunks or I’ll go to the guard” the old man said. The drunks filed out of the tavern, and some helped up the first drunk with the broken jaw and nose. The man got up off the floor and ran out, looking fearfully behind him at Earen.

“thank you good sirs, drinks on me if you loike” he said looking at the two.

“Sure Ben, a glass of whiskey for me” said the old man.

“your not from around here are you” said Earen.

“ how do you know?” he asked, sipping the whiskey.

“ you don’t have the same accent as them, and everyone here has poor posture, and you don’t slouch” Earen said sitting down at the table.

“neither are you young man” the old man said holding out his hand “I am Jorin” Earen took his hand and shook it.

“ Earen” he said simply.

“So what brings you here Earen?” Jorin said taking a sip.

“I am searching for someone. She was taken by the death knights” Earen said, the battle playing over and over in his head.

“wow, that's dangerous business, those death knights are” Jorin said.

“Yes, but I am a dangerous person” Earen said, looking at the small pool of blood on the floor.

“So what is worth fighting the death knights for? They will kill you” Jorin said, telling that the subject caused Earen great pain.

“She was the only one I have ever and will love, she was my wife, and my best friend” Earen said.

“ I can tell this is making you uneasy” Jorin said, “but I want you to do one thing for me if you go to find the death knights, I want you to look for my daughter. She was taken by someone named Kel I think it was. It was a couple of days ago. If you find her I want you to protect her no matter what” Jorin said, a tear rolling down his wrinkled cheek.

“ I promise, if I find her, I will bring her back” Earen said. They stood up and they shook hands, and a stabbing pain went up through his arm. He gasped but nothing more.

“ goodnight Earen, I look forward to your return” Jorin said as he stepped out into the cold night. Earen healed his arm, and he felt exhausted. He walked up the stairs and into the room, and fell into the dark comfort of sleep.

Alright there was the second chapter. Hope you enjoyed.

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