[ WP ] If I had known he was going to come after me , I would have never done what I did .

I sit in the corner of the tavern, my ale in hand, watching the travelers walk in, Some leave, wanting directions. Most stay, washing their journeys away with the same golden liquid that rests warmed in my hand. I stare into it's cleared surface, and shake my head. I had n't touched it for hours, it only residing in my grasp for show. I do n't have time to drown myself, not yet, at least. Most come through the night, seeking a soft bed to lay. I do n't sleep. Have n't for years. 
 
 I let my eyes wander to the newest additions to the dingy Inn; a large man, strong, well eaten. I laugh at his giant beard, fitting perfectly with his body, but all of it in contrast to his tiny, beady eyes. His companion is seems to be as small as Beady is large. He's carrying most of their possessions on his back, and I wince as I remember my days as a mule, the pain from starvation, dehydration. Companion was n't facing the same problems as I. I had just been a Mule-boy; replaceable, expendable. Those White Knights would be nothing without them. 
 
 `` What y'ur starin' at boy?'' I hear from Beady. It takes me a minute to register that he's talking to me, and I steel my gaze. 
 
 `` Your companion. He seems a bit tired.'' I say politely, putting on my best fake smile, making it obvious. 
 
 `` Ya' mean m'ah Mule.'' he replies in an offended tone. 
 
 `` No, I mean your companion that I'm sure has n't slept for several days. I'm sure he's hungry, and I'm also sure he has a name.'' I state matter-of-factly. 
 
 `` Who's'ur owner, boy.'' he says angrily, looking at my small frame and dirty cloak, my hood making him unable to see my features. 
 
 `` I'm not a Mule, imbecile.'' 
 
 His face, or the amount I can see behind his rather large brown beard, turns red, and he walks over, slamming his fist on the table, `` Do you know oo' I am, boy!'' 
 
 `` A rather large, overheated bull, it seems.'' I reply, grinning. 
 
 `` Do y'uh wan' y'ur bones broken?'' he brings his face inches from mine, his breath smelling of garlic and ale, his broken english getting on my nerves. 
 
 `` Well, let's make it interesting, at least. You win, you break my bones. I win, you let your Mule go, free of charge.'' 
 
 He breaks into a dumb smile and nods, then picks me up and throws me against the wall. I allow myself to slide down the wood, carefully sitting on the floor, my hood now flown off my head. 
 
 `` Well, I guess it's starting already.'' I mumble, then pick myself up, starting to dust off my dirty robe. 
 
 Beady charges at me, his rather large body crossing the short distance rather quickly. With his hands raised, he reaches to grab me again, but I push myself to the side, watching him slam into the wall. He does n't fall, instead stumbling backwards and looking widely for where I went. As his eyes fall on me, he realized I'm beside him, but before he can do anything, I grab the back of his head and push it to the wall again. 
 
 He falls quickly and I place my foot on his stomach. I move myself towards his face. Beady attempts to push me off, but I throw my hand in his face. I open my fist to reveal a lit flame floating just above my palm. He widens his eyes and gives up the struggle. 
 
 `` Now, you're going to pretend like none of this ever happened, right? I'm going to take your boy and go quietly.'' I whisper into his ear, making sure none of the other tavern goers hear me, as I know they're all watching us. 
 
 Beady glances up at me, and blinks his eyes for a few seconds. He starts grinning, as his eyes widen again, this time, for a different reason. 
 
 `` Y'ur Zair's old mule boy.'' he says aloud, quietly. My stomach drops as I remember my hood is down. I pull it back up, covering my face. `` You are, are n't'cha!'' 
 
 I mumble a curse word under my breath, and let off Beady's chest, he lets out a loud laugh, and stands up, turning to me and pointing at his companion. 
 
 `` Take'em boy! He wo n't last long wit' you!'' he yells, his laughing growing deeper, more serious. 
 
 I turn away from him, then walk up to the bartender, `` Tab is on him.'' I tell him, pointing at Beady. 
 
 Swiveling around, I walk past the Mule Boy, declaring as I open the door to the dark world outside, `` You coming?'' I hear a thud and the pattering of his feet, marching quickly towards me, then following me outside. 
 
 `` Idiot.'' I mumble to myself. `` You should n't have done what you did.'' 
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