Chapter 18 Chapter Fourteen Fame

Men feel strangely strange.Alcohol had dulled his senses, so he couldn't judge his situation at all.He just felt his body floating lightly in the air, and there was a burning sensation in his chest. Wulfgar's fists clenched even tighter, grabbing the man's shirt chest, pulling out a handful of chest hair at the same time.The Savage lifted the two-hundred-pound thing easily with one hand.He made his way to the door, and with the other hand he dispersed the crowd in the Curved Sword Tavern.He hated the time-consuming route—he used to just throw unruly drunks out of certain windows or walls—but Alan Jadpek soon began to restrict him from doing so, and Warned Wulfgar that any damage he caused would be deducted from his pay.

Even breaking a single glass would waste Wulfgar's bottles of wine, and if even the window frames were broken, Wulfgar would be without a drink for a whole week. The man smiled foolishly, turned his gaze to Wulfgar, and finally began to understand what was going on.He recognized Wulfgar and realized his situation, and it was finally starting to affect the expression on his face. "Hey!" he grumbled, but by this time he had leveled out, flailing his arms and legs in the air in vain.He landed face down on the muddy street, lying motionless on his stomach.Most likely a carriage would run over him, but two kind passers-by showed mercy and dragged the poor fool into a stinking ditch... and before that, of course, they took what was left of him. of all coins.

"Fifteen feet," Josie Pardus said to Allen, measuring the distance the drunk had flown. "And with only one hand." "I told you he was strong." Allen pretended not to care and continued to wipe the bar.He had seen many such throws in the weeks he had employed Wulfgar. "Everyone on Half Moon Street is talking about him now." Josy's tone became a little menacing somehow. "I've noticed that more vicious people come to you every day this week." Allen certainly understood the meaning of his hint, which was far from being "subtle".There is also a strict hierarchy in Luskan's underworld to avoid outside intrusion.As Wulfgar's reputation grew, those of the higher ranks put their own reputations in jeopardy, so they must seek to repair the damage.

"You like this barbarian." Josy's tone was more a statement than a question. Alan stared at the big barbarian who was passing through the crowd again, and nodded obediently.In fact, hiring Wulfgar is only for business needs, not for any friendship, and Allen doesn't like to establish too close personal relationships with thugs, because this kind of people's nature is erratic, they either leave voluntarily, or Angering the wrong guy and dying at Ellen's door, causing great pain to their buddy.After Wulfgar's arrival, though, the barkeeper had begun to abandon the idea.In the second half of the night, the Curved Dagger tavern was empty, leaving only Wulfgar who was drinking at the bar and Alan who was preparing to open the next day. This time was becoming more and more pleasant.Alan did enjoy being around Wulfgar, and he found that once Wulfgar had a drink, he would take off that grim mask.Many nights they talked together until dawn, Alan listening intently to Wulfgar's tales of the frigid North, of Icewind Dale, of his enemies and friends who made the hair on the barkeep's neck stand on end s story.Allen had heard the stories of Akar Kessell and the Crystal Shard so many times that he could even clearly imagine the avalanche of the Cairne Cone, burying the mage and the ancient and evil relic The scene below.

And whenever Wulfgar tucked under the blankets after his tale of the ancient kingdom of the dwarves, the dark tunnels of Mithril Hall, and the arrival of the dark elves, he shivered, as in his little as when his father had told him such dire tales by the fireside. That's right, Alan Judpek loves his new hire.The level of affection was already deeper than he should have been, yet he was willing to deepen it. "Then you should tell him to calm down," concluded Josie Pardus. "If he continues like this, he will probably attract the thief Morik and the jungle destroyer."

Thinking of this, Allen shivered. He completely agreed with Josie, especially worried about that jungle destroyer.He knew that Morik the Rogue was more cautious (and therefore more dangerous) than he would spend weeks or even months estimating the size of the threat before he acted, but the reckless Jungle Breaker, Suspected to be the rudest human ever to have lived in Luskan - and this is assuming he was indeed a human, as there are many legends pointing to his orcish and even ogre blood - he would not So be patient. "Wulfgar," the bartender greeted. The big man walked through the crowd and stood in front of Allen.

"Do you have to write him out?" Allen asked. "He put his hand where it shouldn't be," Wulfgar replied absently. "Delly wanted to tell him to go away." Ellen followed Wulfgar's line of sight to Delly across the room... Derenia Curti.Although she had not yet passed her twenty birthday, she had been serving as a waitress at the Crooked Sword Tavern for many years.She was a slender little thing, not more than five feet tall, and so slender that many thought she had a touch of Elven blood--though Alan knew that was actually the result of drinking Elven spirits.Her blond hair was disheveled and generally not very clean.Her brown eyes had long since lost the innocence they should have been, replaced by a razor-sharp gaze; and her pale skin showed that she had not enjoyed enough sunlight for many years and was severely malnourished, so it now Dry and rough.Her gait, too, loses its youthful vigor and becomes as cautious as any grown woman who has been harassed.But Delly still has a certain charm that can arouse the lust of most customers, especially drunks, and this temptation is often difficult to resist.

"If you kill all the men who pinch Delly's ass, I won't have any customers in a week." Allen said coldly. "Just push them out." Wulfgar didn't answer, or even change the expression on his face, while Alan continued. "There's no need to throw them miles and miles." He motioned Wulfgar back into the crowd, his words had been finished. Wulfgar walked away, continuing to weave through the boisterous crowd, performing his duties. Less than an hour later, another man who was bleeding from his mouth and nose also flew out.Wulfgar used both hands this time, nearly throwing him across the street.

Wulfgar straightened the collar of his shirt, though the deep jagged scar was still showing. "It had me in its mouth," he said grimly, slurring his pronunciation.He'd have to drink two bottles of spirits before he dared to recall the battle with the Waxmelt, the battle that made him a prisoner of Rose and Errtu, the one that had brought him years of pain and torment. battle. "Like a cat with a mouse," he chuckled. "But the mouse kicked the cat too." His eyes wandered to the Fang of Aegis placed two feet away. "The most beautiful hammer I've ever seen," commented Josie Pardus.He tentatively groped for it, keeping his eyes on Wulfgar, because he, like everyone else, had no desire to offend this terrifying and dangerous man.

But although Wulfgar usually took great care of Aegis-fang, he was so lost in his memories that he didn't even look at the hammer.The memory of the battle with the Melting Wax Demon brought his full attention back to a few years ago, replaying all the things that sent him to that hell before his eyes. "It really hurts," he said softly in a trembling voice, while one hand unconsciously ran over the long scar. Alan stood in front of him and stared at him, but although Wulfgar's eyes were fixed in Alan's direction, he was looking very, very far away.Alan pushed another bottle of wine in front of him, but Wulfgar didn't notice.He sighed deeply and meaningfully, buried his head in his arms, trying to find some comfort in the darkness.

He felt a soft touch on his arm, and he turned to see Delly.She nodded to Ellen, and gently tugged Wulfgar, coaxing him to his feet and following her. Wulfgar awoke later that night when moonlight slanted into the room from the west-facing window.After a while, he realized that it was not his room because his room had no windows. He looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the blanket beside him, which wrapped Delly's soft body. She looked more beautiful than usual under the moonlight, her skin looked soft and delicate. Then he remembered.Delly took him from the bar to the bed—not his bed, but hers—and he remembered what they had done. Wulfgar recalled his far from tender separation from Katie, and he reached over worriedly, putting his hands on Delly's neck, and sighed in relief, for she still had a pulse.Then he turned her over and examined her naked body carefully, not for pornographic purposes, but just to see if there were any bruises on her body, or any signs of his brutal abuse. She slept soundly and quietly. Wulfgar turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, his feet stretched out on the floor.He tried to stand up, but his dizzy head almost made him sit back.He swayed to keep his balance, then walked slowly to the window and watched the setting moon. Most likely Kitty was looking at the same moon, he thought; and somehow, he was sure it must be.After a while, he turned his head again to look at Delly, who was curled up comfortably in the blanket.He had been able to make love to her passionately, without the anger, without the memory of the witch that came to him every now and then.For a moment it seemed to him that he was free, that he should rush out of the house, out of Luskan, and find his old friends.He turned to look at the moon, thinking of Katie and how good it felt to be in her arms. But immediately he understood the truth of the matter. Alcohol allowed him to build walls against those memories, and only behind those walls could he live in the present rather than the past. "Come back to bed." Delly's voice sounded behind him.It was a gentle seduction, with a subtle hint of the physical pleasure she would bring him. "Don't worry about your hammer," she added, turning, and Wulfgar followed her line of sight to the opposite wall, where Aegis-fang was leaning. Wulfgar stared at her for a long time, the releaser for him and the custodian of his possessions.She sat up, the blanket draped around her waist, not covering her nakedness.In fact, she seemed to be showing him her body in order to lure him back to her bed. Wulfgar was indeed tempted to return to her bed, but he resisted the temptation, for she sensed the danger, and the spirits were beginning to lose their potency.If he recalled something that made him angry again in his passion, her slender neck would be easily broken by him. "Later," he promised, starting to get dressed. "Before we get to work." "But you don't need to leave." "I do." He replied with mock relief, but he saw a look of pain flash across her face.He came very close to her at once. "I need it." He repeated softly. "But I will definitely come back to you. It will be fine in a while." He kissed her forehead tenderly, then walked towards the door. "You think I'm willing to let you back?" came a shrill cry behind him, and he turned to see Delly staring at him with icy eyes, covering her chest with her arms. Wulfgar was taken aback, but immediately realized that he was not alone in this room with a demon in his heart. "Go away," Delly told him. "Maybe I'll bring you back, maybe I'll get someone else. It's all the same to me." Wulfgar sighed and shook his head, then walked out of the room with mixed feelings. The east was pale, and at this moment Wulfgar had returned to an empty sleep, with an empty wine bottle beside him.But he did not see the sunrise because his room had no windows. He prefers that.