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There were only three people left in the Axe and Scottman Inn. The previous part of the story had taken a couple of hours for Big Jack to recall. Seb could have sworn that the large man had tears in his eyes in parts. Shadow heart had successfully completed his post death mission of getting absolutely blind drunk. He had also managed to spill a whole tankard of ale down his dark red tunic before shouting. “SEE! weak arms by name weak arms by nature.” The old man was now passed out slumped over the bar and making snoring like sounds. Seb himself was a little drunk. “I’m Se…se…..” “Spit it out lad.”

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  • There were only three people left in the Axe and Scottman Inn. The previous part of the story had taken a couple of hours for Big Jack to recall. Seb could have sworn that the large man had tears in his eyes in parts. Shadow heart had successfully completed his post death mission of getting absolutely blind drunk. He had also managed to spill a whole tankard of ale down his dark red tunic before shouting. “SEE! weak arms by name weak arms by nature.” The old man was now passed out slumped over the bar and making snoring like sounds. Seb himself was a little drunk. “I’m Se…se…..” “Spit it out lad.”
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  • There were only three people left in the Axe and Scottman Inn. The previous part of the story had taken a couple of hours for Big Jack to recall. Seb could have sworn that the large man had tears in his eyes in parts. Shadow heart had successfully completed his post death mission of getting absolutely blind drunk. He had also managed to spill a whole tankard of ale down his dark red tunic before shouting. “SEE! weak arms by name weak arms by nature.” The old man was now passed out slumped over the bar and making snoring like sounds. Big Jack had seemingly finished all his duties and poured himself and Seb another ale each. “I guess you’re staying the night Sebastian. I have a room you stay in. It's nothing special but you don’t have to pay me for it.” Seb himself was a little drunk. “Wow. Thanks Big Jack. You do realize though that if I stay not only do I demand you finish the story but also give me some answers……Scotty” Seb thought he managed to mask his serious demands and punch-line in a joking tone sufficiently. “Is that so?....Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint such an avid listener. I will finish the story…..It shouldn’t take too much longer……and you will have your answers….but they might not be the ones you are expecting…..Sebastian” Big Jack wondered over to the front door of the inn and locked the shutter. He glanced outside into the darkness of night the light of the moon could be seen from where Seb was sat at the bar. “Its good story telling conditions Seb. Nice surroundings, good company and silence.” As Big Jack headed back to the bar suddenly there was a loud knocking coming from the door with some sort of high pitched voiced coming from it whining. Jack turned back towards the door. “Oh heck. I didn’t think you were coming tonight! I will let you in” He opened the door quickly and there standing in the door way was an elderly woman wearing a simple commoners dress and hooded overcoat. She looked furious at Jack. “I have told you before I hate having to knock. It could attract Balverines.” She let herself in. Jack looked over at Seb. His expression looked like he was about to laugh but at the same time like he was scared. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize tha…..” “Quiet….oh and what’s this? Late night lock in eh? Ron again passed out on the bar.” Just at that point conveniently a couple of decks of cards fell out of Ron's pockets and scattered all over the floor. She shook her head towards Ron and walked towards Seb with youthful grace. She got up close to Seb. She may have been in her seventies or eighties but the way she moved and the way she talked seemed to be that of a young woman. Her wrinkled face contorted at Seb. “And who are you? Eh?” she said staring directly into his eyes. Her piercing blues eyes not only held his attention but made him feel like he was trapped in them. “I’m Se…se…..” “Spit it out lad.” “Sebastian. His name is Sebastian. I am telling him how I got my axe surely there is no harm in that. Look. I will even pour you a nice cup of hobbeapple wine….the one you like.” Big Jack placed his huge hand on the elderly woman’s bony shoulder. She seemed to lighten up. “Which part of the story are you up to?” she said as Jack poured her a cup of wine. “The last bits.” He said being careful not to spill any of the wine. “Those are my favourite parts.” She said sitting next to Seb. She addressed Seb again. “Apologies for my abruptness. But I never know what Jack gets up to while I’m away in town.” She sipped the wine. “That’s okay. Big Jack was telling me all about Kingsley Scott and the Axe right there” Seb pointed to the Axe. “Oh that old thing it’s being sat there for decades. It’s about time we got rid of it.” Big Jack stepped in. “The day you rid this place of that axe is the day you rid this place of me.” “Okay okay. It can stay. I am quote fond of you.” The old woman said smiling. “I am sorry let me introduce my self. You can call me Liz. Most people do. I own this inn.” Seb’s mouth nearly hit the floor. “But I thought big Jack did?” “Jacky here runs it. He’s the inn keeper. I own it. I actually live in it too. I assume you’re staying in a guest room tonight?” “I am thanks.” Seb was trying to compose him self through is alcohol related dizziness. “Okay Jacky continue with the story. This will set me up nicely for bed.” The old woman shifted in her chair next to Seb looking to get comfy. Jack began “Kingsley travelled for days and eventually got to the gates of the legendary heroes guild and…..” Jack was interrupted. “Wait wait wait. The guild years a boring Jacky. Young Sebastian doesn’t want to hear about all that. How Kingsley trained to become a hero, how he became a hero of strength and strength related will. How he become friends with a group of other heroes called “The Scruffy Heroes”, how he trained so hard everyday for years to become strong enough to take back his birthright. Lets just go to the end part.” There was an awkward silence in the room. Apart from weak arms snoring. Big Jack crossed his arms. “Okay then….just the end.”
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