The Elderien Chronicles

The fight with an old friend

Alastair followed the men as they kept walking under the hot sun. The heat of the sun made the pain on his face and his bruises worse. He could have brewed a healing potion but he was following a lead that led somewhere he did not really know. He just had the feeling that he needed to follow them.

The men, on the other hand, had noticed that Alastair had been following them since they left the bar. They didn't react at the moment. They too were curious to know who he was. As they continued walking, the men took a sudden turn to their left and entered an alley.

Alastair slowed down. He knew what was about to happen and the effect of the alcohol was starting to wear off him. That was part of the good things associated with being a mage. Their bodies had a way of self-regulating minor disturbances quicker than the bodies of normal humans. That was why he requested two cups of the strongest ale. That was what it took to get him drunk.

The moment Alastair stepped into the alley, the two