“You can neither drink nor fight and if you touch my beard again, i’ll kick your ass!” – Bugman ended the brief conversation with the drunken barkeeper and stepped out of the door.
It had become dawn outside and the first rays of sunlight were flooding the valley around Wusterburg.
“Damn humans, want our beer but don’t want to pay for it.” Annoyed, Bugman walked around the donkey cart, which was fully loaded with the noblest drops from his brewery.
“Let’s see what the menfolk in Nuln pay for it, Skorri.” The donkey dragged itself into motion and the cart set off slowly, creaking and bumping along the still empty streets of Wusterburg.
