Just when things were getting dull…
"Ye best not fall asleep in da Wench! Nay, get drunk 'n pass out!" The one regular chuckles about behind his mug.
Another speaks out, "Yeah. Heard that there was a disappearance the other night. The guy the bartender calls the 'bossman.'"
The regular nods, "I reckon she had somethin ta do with it. Yer are talkin of dat der red head feller, aye?"
The second man nods, "The one that runs the Wench. Dragonrider and all. Didn't you hear his dragon going nuts the other night? I did. Loud bloody hissing he was around here. Looking for his rider. I heard some people up and dragged his drunken butt to a bed, but I guess that's not where he ended up."
The other snorts over his ale, "Aye. Heard he showed up bald and sunburned few days later!"
There's a nod, "Heard him saying somethin about him and a couple wenches. One of them had their vengence." Snickering, "Should be a lesson for any man. What's that saying?"
The regular cackles, "Somethin about ta fury of da womenz scorned? Or just about ya ending up bald if ya flipping skirts?"
The other grins, laughing, "Glad I'm an ugly fool at times like these!"
"I reckon da bossman ain't so pruddy anymore nether!"
Stranger things can happen… at the Saucy Wench.
