"Well the say if you conceive a child within one week of receiving the Phoenix's blessing that child will be bestowed with incredible power." explained Cecil.
"I'll be busy tonight." laughed Matthias.
Danielle playfully thumped him in the arm; "Maybe tomorrow if you get on your knees and beg." She gave Matthias a firm smack on the bottom and mingled with her friends.
"She's a fine woman. You are blessed to have one so good Matthias."
"What was your wife like Cecil? I never met her."
"I'd better get this little one to bed. His eyes are starting to droop." coughed Cecil.
"Indeed. You should get crazy old Bill to make you a remedy to clear that cough of yours."
"There is no cure for age I'm afraid." Cecil laughed rustically, "Come now Rupert. I shall tell you a nice story if you're a good boy." Rupert skipped cheerily after Cecil. Garen Storm waved for Matthias to join him at the barside, Garen was commander of the Army and border defences, Matthias had the honour of fighting alongside him in the final days of the Black Plague.
Matthias pulled up a barstool beside him and said to the bartender; "Get me a pint of cider please."
"Right away your Magesty. I am sure you are aware that you do not pay for your drinks."
"Naturally." smiled Matthias. The bartender poured the cider from a large barrel container and handed it to Matthias who kindly thanked him.
Matthias laughed; "Garen! Why is it everytime I see you it's in days of sorrow?"
"Because." he said, "I'm a warden of catastrophe and am only able to do my duty properly in times such as these."
"Cut the bullshit!" laughed Matthias, "I don't need a cheesy explaination. I need a cunning tactician."
"It's funny to think that at one time I was nothing more than a blade for hire."
"And I a farmer's son." replied Matthias, "Anything is possible if you work hard."
"Work hard? I fucked a General's daughter and she convinced her father to let me fight for him."
"I thought fucking was hard work."
Garen choked on his drink and sprayed the Bartender with a mix of stout and slobber, "Depends how much you paid for the service."
Matthias slapped Garen on the shoulder like old friends do, "You haven't changed at all Garen."
"You've gotten fat."
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