The banging on the door worked its way into Haken's head like a rotten, throbbing tooth. "Alright!" he bawled out, throwing back the matted, filthy furs he slept in. Where the hell was the bitch? "The World ain't ending is it?" he said, drawing on his trousers.
The banging got louder, like maybe the man on the other side had decided to dance on the door. "You fucking better have a Gods-cursed good reason for -", Haken said, yanking the door open. The words died on his lips when he saw Diogo and Valak.
"Bright morning to you," Diogo said, smiling cheerily and walking past Haken. Valak followed, tall, silent and deadly.
"Find the bitch," Diogo said to Valak.
"Right," he said, disappearing into the darkness beyond the tiny room.
Diogo sat on a chair, tilted it back on two legs and put his black boots up on a rickety wooden table. He looked Haken up and down, a tall thick man whose bloated belly showed the ale he packed away every night. His sleep bleary eyes were squeezed down to tiny points in the bright morning sunlight streaming in from outside. His scent filled the small room, stale liquor, piss and a nearly overpowering odor of sweat. Great oily drops rolled down the sides of his face as he stood looking at Diogo.
There was a thud in the other room, followed by a small, yipping cry, then Valak's low, grating voice saying, "No you don't, bitch."
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Story Added: 2016-09-13