“It’s just not fair Bard and you know that. That man deserved better than getting killed by a filthy infantry using a bloody spear, way after the end of the war. He should have died on horseback in a battle, or when he saw his son as the king. He deserved nothing less!”

“Calm down my old friend, you know I loved him as much as anyone in this tavern.” Made a toast and took a big sip: “But it’s not us to decide if it’s fair or not for him. That’s gods decision. We can only make sure that he won’t be forgotten. Also like it or not fighting with Syrian is a risky thing and full of painful surprises. “

“And that prick is still breathing in the prison cell. “

“Oh don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he is heavily breathing at the moment. And I’m pretty sure that he wont last long in there after everything he did.” Said Bard to his short tempered friend Gulvin.

Bard was the brain of this friendship and Gulvin was the muscle. Maybe Gulvin wasn’t the one who thinks and knows all the time. But he knew that Bard was his brother and for the most of the time he was the one to listen to. At least Bard had always been there for him every time he got confused since they were really little.

“Come on. Finish your drink and we go home. We will wake up early tomorrow. Lord Fynear is looking for good swordsmen and we are looking for money.“

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Dawn wasn’t happy either that day. Bard and Gulvin was on the road with the sunrise. Neither of this 2 man had an idea about their approaching fate. They were going to play a big role in the worlds history later on but for now their only concern was a full belly and some gold on their pockets. Bard ended the silence after an hour of walking: “People saying that the new king will be a lord with the highest renown since Tenlor’s heirs are all dead.”

“That’s nonsense. Next High King must be a relative of Tenlor. Otherwise there can’t be a new High King.”

“Actually there won’t be my friend. Tenlor was the last High King.”

“I can’t believe that. All the other lords are only looking for wealth. None of them are thinking about the people or the kingdom. I wish someone like you could be the new king. Actually, you should be the new king Bard.”

With being flattered: “Oh I don’t think so my friend. Even if I want that position which I will never want that cause it’s full of hard decisions and responsibilities. There would be some obstacles in my way anyway.”

While rubbing his head: “Like what? You are the perfect guy for that kind of position!”

With a warm smile: “First of all my friend I’m not related with Tenlor and I’m not even a lord. How can I be a king, did you think of the details?”

“No maybe I didn’t. But it sounded so good for a time.”

“You are a free man on your daydreams my friend and here we are! The capital, Welmort!”

They entered the city through its famous wooden doors with the faces of the High King’s on them. They admired the giant walls of the city.

‘Those walls saw so many battle’ thought Bart. He was recording every beautiful image he saw to his memory. He loved to paint and sing. Of course he never had the chance for something like that but he knew if he had the opportunity he would have love it.

“Come on my friend. We should eat a bit before the training and then attend to the auditions.” Said Bard and he pointed a tavern with his head to Gulvin.