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whether or not to get another drink. He had had one too many already and was feeling like he was going to fall over at any moment.
    ‘Is there any way I can prove it to you, son?’ he asked with a slight slur.
                  The man shook his head firmly.
                  ‘Oh well… can’t blame a guy for trying, can ya?’ Kelken laughed between hiccups before attempting to get up from the table. ‘Fancy changing pubs or whatever? Getting bored with this one now.’
                  The young man observed Kelken with a look of suspicion that was typical of most lowlifes in this part of the city – no-one trusted each other, for many reasons, and even if they did it would not have been long before they were stabbed in the back; quite literally.
                  ‘Yeah go on then, olden, but watch yourself.’
                  Kelken stumbled a little as he stood up, raising a quivering eyebrow at his drinking companion. ‘What you mean watch myself?’ he growled. He leaned on the wooden table top and burped loudly, the lingering aroma of alcohol on his breath. ‘S’cuse me.’
                  ‘Yeah… thanks… just what I wanted was that.’ The blonde man stood up and then burped as well.
                  Kelken laughed coarsely. ‘Ah that’s the stuff – let it out, boy.’
    He slapped him on the shoulder and then wobbled his way to the tavern door, the feeling in his stomach growing more and more unstable. He took one quick glance back to the bar where the chunky bald-headed tavern keeper was serving a customer some ale that was probably old dishwater from the kitchen – it wouldn’t have surprised Kelken if it had been. He subtly nodded in the keeper’s direction, a returning look on his face. He had slipped the man a few rubos coins in exchange for some information about the blonde man – who he was, and where he frequented for his drinks.
                  The man had entered the room, not long after Kelken, dressed in a fancy black uniform with silver embroidery that had come from one of the finest tailors in the city. He certainly looked out of place amongst the shabby tunics and tattered mercenary outfits, which the other drinkers wore with a sense of unsubstantiated pride. Half of them just kitted out in this way to either impress or intimidate.
                  Kelken tottered out through the door and into the cobbled street, taking in a large breath of the air before burping loudly again. It was daylight. ‘Oh… what the hell is this?’ he exclaimed with annoyance. He rubbed his hands over his brown and grey padded jacket, adjusted the belt that looped diagonally around his torso, then smoothed out his greying, dark brown hair.
                  The blonde man came out, a distraught look on his smooth face. He was visibly feeling the sudden impact of fresh air on a stomach full of alcohol. ‘It’s… fucking daylight?’
                  Kelken slapped his face gently with his hands, his unshaven jaw prickling his palms. ‘Must’ve been in there all night,’ he laughed; his futile attempt to stand still going horribly wrong. He staggered about, then wheezed heavily.
                  ‘You OK, old man?’
                  ‘Yeah yeah, I’ll be OK… this fresh air, if you can call it that; is a bit crap.’ Kelken shook his head from side to side harshly. ‘Shouldn’t have done that.’
                  The blonde man picked up his drinking partner and carried his weight up the road.
                  ‘Mind the horse shit, will ya!’ Kelken bellowed, still slurring.
                  ‘Ah shove it, you stupid old drunk,’ the man snapped back. ‘I’m taking you to the shop up the road and getting you some coffee.’
                  ‘Fuck that, you ain’t taking me anywhere like that.