For a long time, we waited for old man Elly to come. Our mugs had been refilled thrice all over and we were currently on our forth one. Most people had already left the inn and only some extremely drunk ones who didn’t even have the strength to lift themselves up remained sprawled by the ground. The woman who served us beer had already warned us that the inn always closes at midnight and we would be damned if we were found by thieves or bandits who roamed around after that time. I was beginning to get anxious and really nervous, what if the soldiers got him first, what if he didn’t want to say a bitter goodbye to us and thus chose to stay, What if…
Suddenly, old man Elly rushed into the inn sweating and panting. He looked extremely tired and …afraid. We toppled benches on our way to him.
