"Hick... Now this is crazy! I just wake up in this... Hick... village and get this wonderful inn for my use from some chap who... Hick... gets killed by werewolves next night! Now this... Hick..., I mean this, is improvement!" Volo already drank too much beer and now it began to feel. "Well what can a man do if he has an innfull of free beer? Hick... Though this inn could include more than one person. That, that, that... Hick... um yeah, Wilwa! She is the root of all that's bad! All the cus... Hick... customers are in her inn, no mine. All this werewolf stuff is fine otherwise... Hick..., so long as I'm not one of their victims... At least it should bring customers. Hick..." Volo fell on the floor...
When he woke up, it was late, but still it seemed thet nobody had visited his inn. His mind was rather clear, something he had always bragged on. If no customers want to come here themselves, I have to collect them here. After a mug of beer Volo walked out of his inn not even bothering to lock it and walked into Wilwa's inn.
"Hey, you! All! Hey you!" Volo shouted in a hoarse voice. Everybody stared at him. "Yea, that's fine." He whispered to himself. After a slight pause, he shouted "Soo, people, let's hang Wilwa!" Volo smiled at his idea proudly. "Free beer for everyone who agrees!"
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