[ WP ] Describe the final moments of enemies in a typical `` dungeon '' in a video game before the adventurer's/s ' arrival

`` So like I was just sayin' Keith. Lil' fella just strolls on over at me and stares me in the eye.'' said Thane as he drags a long puff of smoke between his lips. 
 
 A little card is thrown on the table. The dark-eyed man across the table glancing at it in disappointment. 
 
 `` Damnit. Pass.'' The man sighs, staring down at his awful hand. `` So, what'd you say to him?'' 
 
 Laughing, Thane blows a dark cloud at Keith's gloomy face. `` Told'em to piss off. Little kid like that should n't be in no fuckin' tavern at'is age.'' 
 
 The table between the two shuffles a bit as the ceiling above shakes a bit. Dust flies into the eyes of the two bodyguards. A thick deck of cards, stacked neatly upon the wooden stand, falls off. 
 
 `` We do n't get paid enough to deal with this.'' barks Keith, tossing his handful of cards to the ground. `` Seriously, how many bodyguards does a...'' The man snaps at his fingers, trying to recall his employer's identity. `` Wait, who do we work for again?'' 
 
 `` Calls'imself a wizard. More like a fifty-something year old fucker with too much coin on'is'and.'' The thick cigar between Thane's hairy fingers is pushed against the wood. The burnt end staining it a dark shade. 
 
 The pair sit in silence, waiting for the other one to pick up the fallen cards. Their eyes glare at one another, digging deep into a stand-off. The sound of foot tapping against the floor filled the room with its monotone, interrupted by a loud breath for air by the smoking Thane. Truly, it was a match between a lazy man and a lazier one. One that would continue to last, even until one of them dropped dead. 
 
 `` So,'ow are the kids these days?'' Thane starts. `` Meriam's told me Archie just got'imself a new job, serving that bloody old king as a...'' He scratches at his grisly cheeks, growing slightly red. 
 
 `` I know. He's a whore.'' Keith sighs in disappointment. `` His mother was devastated.'' 
 
 `` Sorry for your loss.'' Thane shrugs. 
 
 `` You know that's not even the worst part of it? One night at dinner, I ask him to hand me the pig, right?'' The ceiling of the room shakes once more, as a silenced scream is barely heard. `` And, you know what he says?'' 
 
 `` Goddamn kids. They really should stop getting drunk up there!'' Thane stands up, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells at the ceiling. `` I'm sorry. I interrupted you?'' He huffs, sitting back down. 
 
 `` He says,'Wow, this fat little behind looks more stuffed than mine's were last night!' I mean, have you ever met someone who brings up getting fucked in the ass like that?'' 
 
 Thane gags a bit, ash slipping in between his lips. Try as he might, he could n't help but laugh. `` Oh dear gods! He did not!'' 
 
 `` He absolutely did!'' 
 
 All of a sudden, the door of the smoke-filled room opens wide. A small figure grabs hold of a small, slender knife and throws it half-way across the room, causing the wooden table to fall over. A shrill voice fills the ears of the two goons with an annoying ring. 
 
 `` In the name of the king! I order you to get down on your knees and surrender immediately! I will use lethal forc-'' 
 
 `` Umm, Keith. Is that-'' 
 
 `` Archie?! What in the hell are you doing here?! I thought I told you that you're helping your mother with the cattle tonight!'' Keith starts starts, pulling his knife out from his coat pocket. 
 
 The skinny boy approaches, pulling a long, decorated sword from his sheath. `` I'm doing my job right now! Now get out of the way, I have to kill Sebastian for the good of the real-'' 
 
 All of a sudden, the bodyguard grabs his son by the waist, lifting him over his shoulder. The skinny legs shake violently between the man's grips as a high voice shouts. 
 
 `` Let go of me! The king's expecting me in an hour!'' 
 
 `` Fuck him! He can wait! Your poor mother's outside all by herself! How dare you abandon her like that?! I though I've taught you better!'' 
 
 `` She said it was ok! I think!'' 
 
 `` You think?!'' 
 
 The screaming match between the father and his son continue, growing quieter and quieter as the leave the dungeon-like basement of the tavern. Thane pulls out another pipe from a shipping crate in the room, pulling the box to his chair. Resting his foot on the wooden square, he mutters quietly to himself. 
 
 ``... What in the'ell does Meriam see in the boy?''
